In the hallowed grounds of the Heavenly Palace within the Immortal Realm, an old man garbed in pristine white robes sat perched precariously on the edge of a towering cliff. His legs dangled carelessly over the precipice, swaying gently in the wind's embrace, yet his figure remained utterly unfazed, rooted to the spot as if defying gravity itself. Despite his aged appearance, waves of formidable aura pulsed from his being, potent enough to effortlessly erase any average Celestial Supreme who dared to approach.
Yet, even in the face of such overwhelming power, a middle-aged man strode forth nonchalantly, his steps unwavering as he disregarded the destructive aura that permeated the air. With an air of casualness, he came to a halt behind the old man's seated form.
Without turning to face his visitor, the old man's voice cut through the silence, laced with a hint of curiosity. "What brings you to see this old man?"
