"The elixir was good, but the way it was crafted was a bit extreme. It led him to bind himself, which was fine, but in the end, not only did it strip him of all his elixirs, it also made him crawl through a dog hole—quite a substantial grudge has formed." At this moment, an elder slowly descended from Holy Sword Peak, walking while chuckling bitterly.
This elder had hair as white as snow, yet his complexion was rosy like that of an infant—truly giving him the appearance of a youthful crane, making it hard to guess his age. He wore a coarse cloth garment, extremely simple, but there was an inherent aura of transcending worldly perspectives emanating from his body.
"This junior greets the senior." Seeing that this elder carried an extraordinary demeanor and came from atop Holy Sword Peak, Zhuang Ping'an and the others guessed at his unusual origin and promptly bowed respectfully.
