Yu Zhao had just left when Cloud Peak received a visitor.
Lu Yun watched carefully as a golden streamer instantly slashed across the sky, and immediately before the great hall, a figure appeared on the ground. It was a dishevelled old man with a faint scent of alcohol about him. His gaze was reserved, occasionally surveying his surroundings.
Upon seeing the visitor, Lu Yun subtly tested the newcomer without leaving any trace, but his consciousness was repelled before it even touched the other person.
A thought quickly crossed Lu Yun's mind.
This was a profoundly mysterious old man, at least to the current him.
"Are you the master of Cloud Peak, Lu Yun?" The elder glanced at Lu Yun, not minding the earlier offense Lu Yun had committed.
Though he was a True Spirit Elder, and his status was far above that of some elders, Lu Yun's status as an Immortal Disciple was enough to be considered equivalent.
