Liang Yifei's weary gaze settled on the old man before him. A bitter curse involuntarily escaped his lips, dissipating into the surrounding atmosphere. If the situation weren't so pressing, he wouldn't have considered even approaching this eccentric old man.
But just as Liang Yifei was about to address the old man, a subtle shift occurred. The old man's eyelids, wrinkled with age, twitched ever so slightly. An ethereal light ebbed and flowed beneath their weathered surface, and Liang Yifei's breath caught in his throat.
As if roused from a long slumber, the old man's eyes slowly, deliberately opened. The intensity within them was palpable, emanating an ancient wisdom that seemed to transcend time itself. They pierced through Liang Yifei's soul, their gaze unnerving yet captivating in its profoundness.
