"Third Young Master, watch your step."
Jiang Xun led the way, constantly cautioning.
Mu Jingxi nodded slightly, and looking up, he saw a wooden cottage halfway up the mountain not far away.
The yard was enclosed by a hedge and filled with flowers and plants, a piece of bold and powerful cursive script was displayed on a plaque above the door.
Wei Su.
This was the residence of the reclusive Master Wei Su nestled in the mountains. The group arrived at the cottage, with Jiang Xun knocking lightly on the door, "Is anyone there?"
A small black dog burst out, barking twice at the visitors.
Soon after, an elderly man with white hair and beard walked out from inside.
He was dressed in a loose white robe, looking vigorous and spirited, with quite a bit of the aura of an immortal.
"Master Wei Su, I apologize for the intrusion." Mu Jingxi stepped forward, bowing slightly with respect.
Qiao An had a remarkably comfortable sleep.
