115 A Heart That Is Not Yet Weary, a Tea That Is Not Yet Cold

He resembled an immortal descending from heaven, landing gracefully as his robe fluttered in the wind. The otherworldliness was inexplicable.

On his face though, was a shimmering gold mask.

It invoked an extreme sense of chilling cold, designed to make one grow more nervous.

He flew in gracefully and landed on the cliff.

Looking at the gray clothed man who was chained, his eyes sparkled and as he gently smiled. "Brother Gu, I see you remain as elegant as ever though I have not seen you in years. This young brother is relieved."

The gray clothed man said flatly, "If these chains were taken off, I’ll have you know that my elegance is even more prominent than it has ever been."

The man in white chuckled, his white robe was pristine like snow without a speck of dust and his voice was clear. "Forgive me, Brother Gu. Forgive this young brother that I can’t do something so foolish."