Inside the Scripture Pavilion, Zhao Zuo set down his book and stretched his back. He was startled to find a white-haired old man standing not far away, smiling warmly at him.
"Senior, may I ask what brings you to me?"
Zhao Zuo quickly stood up and asked respectfully. He couldn't gauge the man's Cultivation, nor had he even been able to sense his presence. The last time that had happened was when he faced Chen Xiaorong. This man was, in all likelihood, a Foundation Establishment Powerhouse.
"I am an Inner Sect Elder from the Earth Fire Hall. My surname is Wang."
Elder Wang looked quite old, his face covered in wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. He had a gaunt figure and wore a plain Taoist Robe with colorful, intricate patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar. A long, light-blue cord was tied around his waist, and he perpetually wore a faint smile.
