3 months later. August 21, 1152. Thursday, Present.
Inner Elder Ming, dressed as a vagabond, waited under the shade of an Oak tree in a field filled with Yunnan Cypress.
His once elegant appearance had faded, and he now resembled a random elderly man.
He was startled at every sound, whether it was from wild animals or the rustling of trees in the wind.
His sunken cheeks and under-eye bags indicated cultivation deprivation and lack of rest.
Inner Elder Ming was startled by a snapping branch nearby and anxiously looked around, forgetting momentarily that he could use his divine senses.
A hand touching his shoulder made him squirm and exclaim, "Ihk!"
Upon seeing the person behind the hand, he sighed in relief.
"You nearly scared me to death, Fairy Xu Xena," exclaimed the elder.
