Tongtian Tower, the empty top floor.
Only in the center, a meditation cushion made of Qingling Grass is placed, with an elderly man with white hair sitting cross-legged in the middle, his eyes closed, his face calm. At first glance, he looks just like an ordinary old man, with a sense of age etched into his being like wood, yet also possessing a ceaseless aura.
There is no pressure here.
Ordinary and unremarkable.
Chaoyan came up and respectfully bowed, "Greetings to the elderly ancestor."
"Junior Yuanxi pays respects to the elderly ancestor," Xie Jiuniang followed her master in greeting, her attitude humble and polite, "This time the junior has come to visit specially to thank you in person."
Having said that, Xie Jiuniang gave the Elder Nalan a deep bow.
Then, she took out the Enlightenment Tea Tree with its pot, and added, "This is a gift from this junior."
The sincerity was indeed full measure.
Elder Nalan slowly opened his eyes.
