"Knock knock knock!"
When afternoon arrived, there was a knocking at the manor's gate.
"Could this be the esteemed guest from Wanling Pavilion?" Hearing the sound, Su Changkong stood up and headed towards the door.
At this moment, Su Changkong had deliberately dressed up, adopting an attire that befitted his identity as an alchemist. He donned a loose-fitting white robe, which with his handsome features, added an air of scholarly elegance to his appearance.
Su Changkong opened the manor's large door, and there stood a man in blue.
The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with slight streaks of white at his temples. His countenance was not striking, but he bore an authoritative air that suggested a position of power. On his back, he carried a bundle.
Furthermore, the slight protrusion of his temples and the spirited look in his eyes indicated that he was likely a martial artist, and not one of meager ability!
