C182 Great Trench

The plainly dressed, and somewhat disheveled, Elder Faang was coaxed out by Qingshan. A frown creased the elder's face as he muttered to himself, lost in thought over some alchemical conundrum. Oblivious to his long white beard, now braided into a pigtail and adorned with a tiny flower, he continued to ponder.

As they walked, the disciples struggled to contain their laughter at the sight of him