White-Haired Elder
Éditeur: Noodletown Translations
In Shangcheng, under a pavilion in a park sat a white-haired elder. He was in a tunic suit. The white hair was a clear indication of his age, and he was sitting under the pavilion and drinking tea of a moderate temperature.
Beside him stood a guy in a similar tunic suit who was around 30-or-so years old. He stood humbly and respectfully beside the white-haired elder and reported, "I heard that an exceptional elite appeared in this year's competition. He could face the rest of the top 10 elites and defeat them all with ease. His marksmanship and strength are both top tier, and I've seen the video, he can certainly be arranged into the 54 cards. However, the five elders rejected him due to his identity."
The elder laughed and said, "He's called Xu Cheng, right?"
The guard beside him was surprised. "Master, you know him?"
The elder smiled. "That old friend of mine really respects this person and told me to come and meet him. So, here I am in Shangcheng."