"Pleased to meet you, pleased to meet you."
With Lin Bei's greeting, a figure emerged from the depths of the cave, where countless stars flickered. The figure was shrouded in a faint halo that looked like a phantom.
The person was wearing a long gown of blue and white, with a delicate face and kind features. He appeared to be in his sixties or seventies, sporting a warm smile on his face. As soon as he emerged, he bowed repeatedly to Chu Liang and Xu Ziyang, with a degree of obsequiousness.
"Who is this...?" Chu Liang looked at the old man perplexed.
Logically, the only living being in this cave should be that "terrifying being" that had been suppressed for nearly two thousand years, whom Lady Hong Yu referred to as Elder Mayfly, the ancient demon.
But the old man before their eyes... Every wrinkle on his face was overflowing with manners.
Call this as a terrifying being?
Xu Ziyang recalled Lady Hong Yu's previous words and tentatively asked, "Elder Mayfly?"
