The old man wore a simple, elegant long robe. His hair and beard were completely white, and a peaceful smile graced his face.
He stood before the gates of the Heaven-Soaring Sacred City, naturally drawing the attention of the disciples guarding the city. One of them asked, "Who goes there?"
"Little one, go and inform your Sect Master that an old friend has come to visit," the old man said with a chuckle.
"The Sect Master's old friend?"
The disciple was taken aback and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sir, the Sect Master is occupied with countless matters. It would be inappropriate for me to disturb him without cause. I wonder, sir, do you have any token to prove your identity?"
The old man smiled. "Just tell your Sect Master this: 'Stay true to your original aspiration, and you will see it to the end.' He will know who I am."
"Right away!"
The disciple left immediately.
Within the grand hall.
