The autumn air was crisp and refreshing.
The road leading up and down Bihua Peak used to be bustling, but now it was eerily quiet, as if all the people who once traveled along it had vanished.
You Su stood dazed in the sunlight, while the old man stood in the shade holding a bizarre and ominous head.
"Do you... know him?"
The old man asked casually, as if it were a simple greeting from an elderly man at the village entrance, utterly devoid of any hint of danger.
You Su's mind raced. The old man was clearly there to probe him, yet You Su couldn't discern his intentions. Whether in cultivation or in depth of mind, the old man gave him the feeling of an endless ocean.
"I don't know him." You Su shook his head.
The old man squinted his eyes and smiled faintly at these words:
