When he woke up again, Chu Yi found himself in a wooden hut. The hut was furnished simply and rustically, but it was clean. He looked around in a daze only to find the place somewhat familiar.
"You're awake," a deep voice reached Chu Yi's ears, causing him to pause.
He turned his head and saw an old man with a white beard meditating silently not far from the wooden bed. The elder's face was chiseled, his silver hair loose and hanging behind his head, dressed in a white robe with several cyan belts wrapped around his waist, his eyes closed tight, he looked quite imposing.
He didn't know who this man was. Could he be a grandfather with vast divine skills?
Could he, like the beggar from before, give him a tome of lost ancient techniques?
"What? You don't even want to call me master anymore?" the elder asked coldly.
"Ma... Master," Chu Yi always felt it was a bit difficult to say.
This elder was Chu Yi's "Master."
