The purple-robed man's eyes widened in surprise when he heard that. A flicker of disbelief flashed across his face, but it was only for the briefest of moments before his expression returned to its usual calmness, as a practiced smile spread across his lips.
"But of course, senior. Please, follow me, then." The man said with cupped hands as he looked at the old man in front of him.
Then, without another word, he turned around and headed straight for the staircase of the second floor, his hands casually clasped behind his back. His long sleeves flowed with each step, and in the blink of an eye, he'd already vanished from the first floor in a matter of seconds.
Shun Long followed at an unhurried pace, and soon, all that was left behind were the hushed discussions of the cultivators from the first floor who were curious about the identity of the azure-robed elder and the purple-robed man.
