"Do you still recognize this old man?"
A hoarse yet sturdy voice drifted through the half-open window, and Zhao Xiyan's figure shook.
"Master, is it really you?"
The person inside did not respond again, but a surge of even stronger force suddenly swept over, swiftly wrapping around Zhao Xiyan.
Yet he never struck back; instead, he simply used his own strength to dissipate the force.
After everything calmed down, the door on the second floor flung open.
"Come in!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiyan straightened the flipped edge of his garment and walked in composedly.
The second floor was spacious, with an old man with white-flecked beard sitting behind the tea table in the center.
It was Huangfu Nan, the master Zhao Xiyan had never dreamed he would see again.
He hurried forward two steps, lifted his robe, and knelt down.
"I haven't seen Master for many years, and I was presumptuous just now."
Huangfu Nan stroked his beard and laughed heartily.
