The next day, in a quiet room designated for welcoming guests at the Baiyun Temple.
Dressed in ordinary clothes, the low-profile Gu Ji gave a ceremonial bow to Pei Xuanjing, saying, "Mr. Pei, it's been a long time."
"Mr. Gu, it has been many years since we last met. I trust you've been well." Pei Xuanjing smiled lightly.
"In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed since last we met, and you're even more impressive than before. Truly, I envy you." Gu Ji, whose hair had turned partially white, flashed back to some memories.
Time flows like water. Last time the two met was ten years ago.
Seeing the man in front of him, his face unchanged and his spirit as radiant as ever, as if the years had not left any traces on his face, Gu Ji could not help but sigh.