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"Creak!"
The wooden door carved with orchids on the second floor was slowly pushed open by Sun Hui.
Sun Hui entered with his son in tow.
The room's furnishings were simple: an Eight Immortals Table, an incense burner, a meditation cushion, a bamboo lounge chair, and four windows—it could be described as extremely spartan.
Seated on the meditation cushion was an old man in a white robe with a full head of white hair, held in place by a simple dragon-carved hairpin, totally reminiscent of an ancient Daoist. He was so still that one could not even sense his breathing, as if he was a living corpse.
This person was Sun Hui's second uncle, the second grandfather of Sun Lubu—Sun Yaoguang. His seniority was even greater than that of Shen Rufeng.
