A walking stick soon extended from inside the door and planted itself firmly on the ground, the hand gripping the dragon head handle was equally withered, the nails curved.
An emaciated elderly man with a hunched back appeared in the doorway, but he did not step out completely, revealing only half of his body, with sparse hair and layers of wrinkles on his face, the eyeballs almost entirely obscured by eyelids, as if looking in Yan Junze's direction.
Utter silence.
In the entire square, there was not even the sound of wind, a complete stillness.
"Elder? Are you there?" Yan Junze was not sure if the other party could understand him, he took a step forward, breaking the silence.
The architecture here did not seem to be in Great Capital Huaying, and the elderly man's facial features were distinct yet indistinguishable due to extreme aging – it was impossible to tell whether this person was male or female, or even which resident of Great Capital they resembled.
