C557 Wind raising blood floating in zero

At the peak of Xingfeng, the mountain wind whistled.

An old man sat cross-legged under an extremely large ivy covered by a pavilion.

That old man had his eyes closed. His hair was white, his beard white, and his black robe was fluttering in the wind.

The old man looked very calm. The word 'transcendent' was insufficient to describe the transcendence in his demeanor