The man appeared to be just over forty, with only his temples graying, looking younger than Qiu Feiyi. He combined the elegance of a Scholar and the vigor of a Martial Artist exceptionally well, displaying an extraordinary demeanor. Shentu Hongye's expression shifted as he stepped forward, half-kneeling on the ground, and saluted, saying:
"Disciple Shentu Hongye greets the old Sect Master..."
The man waved his hand casually, his eyes cold as he picked up a tea cup and said indifferently:
"What has happened, tell me."
Shentu Hongye dared not raise his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Facing the elder before him, he found himself even more frightened than when facing the blue-clothed Wang Anfeng who nearly took his life earlier. He took a small breath, forcibly steadied himself, recounted the events without daring to omit or downplay anything even slightly.
After he finished speaking, he remained kneeling on the ground with his head lowered.
