A man well past fifty stood with his back to the city gate, his hands clasped behind him. His silhouette exuded an indescribable air of world-weariness and maturity. Six blades of varying lengths were securely fastened at his waist in a peculiar scabbard. The six hilts jutted out from his hip, resembling a spider's legs from a distance—exceptionally ferocious and imposing, their killing intent impossible to conceal.
From afar, Zheng Xiu thought the short old man—bent like a bow yet straight as a pine—looked somewhat familiar. As he drew closer, he was stunned. "Situ Yong???"
Zheng Xiu rubbed his eyes. He glanced down at the six butcher knives at the Elder Divine Doctor's waist, then back up at his silhouette, still unable to believe it.
'...A Physician?'
"The living... dead man, Situ Yong?"
He was beginning to question Situ Yong's title. 'Maybe the "living" and "dead" parts are meant to be read separately.'
