"By accident, I stumbled in!"
Fang Xing laughed heartily, then passed by while surveying the old man up and down. He noticed the old man wore a tattered long black robe, with little mana imbuing it. The entire appearance exuded an aged aura, although the exact age was indeterminate; one thing was certain, he was extraordinarily old. In some ways, he seemed even older than Uncle Gen of Demon Land's Mount Fusang, whom Fang Xing had once seen. His face was deeply wrinkled, but his eyes were notably clear, with unfathomable cultivation. Fang Xing believed this old man was far from ordinary, yet despite a return to simplicity, he did not emit an aggressive aura, only appearing as deep as an ancient well!
"May I inquire about your name, sir?"
Lusou politely clasped his fists, asking the old man for guidance.
"Haha, no need for courtesy, my friend!"
The old man waved his hand and glanced at him, frowning: "Are you injured?"
"Hmm?"
