Gu Yu was taken aback, as was the small old man, who chuckled, "Heh heh, I never expected my first guest to be someone from the East."
The language was quite obscure, yet Gu Yu miraculously understood.
As the small old man's mouth opened and closed, it was obviously sunken inward, as if he had lost all his teeth. His excessively withered skin couldn't contain the skeleton of his body, creating layers of wrinkles.
The muscles around his eye sockets were so cramped that they formed strange crevasses loosely encircling his dark yellow, lightless pupils—this was clearly an old man on the brink of death.
"..."
Gu Yu stared intently at the other, his attention elevated to its utmost. The world-renowned great Alchemist had not left behind many traces, with only one widely circulated portrait available, which he happened to have seen and was almost identical to the person before him.
Nicholas Lermont!
