C895 The Black Spring Again!
An elderly man stood before them, his gray hair disheveled and untamed. He was clad in a loose-fitting hemp robe, his feet shod in wooden sandals that bore small holes. His appearance seemed somewhat lazy and unkempt, yet his cloudy eyes held a commanding presence that made it difficult for others to meet his gaze directly.
"We pay our respects to the Ancestor!"
Upon seeing the old man
