At the heights of those eighty-one flights of stairs, the man who appeared was garbed in a long-sleeved, tight-fitting robe of a scholar, and his body was average despite a ravenous appetite existing perpetually in his gaze. While his appearance was far from outstanding, the air about him granted one a sense of freshness and amicability.
Seeing him appear here today was one of the things that Wei Wuyin would have never guessed in his lifetime, so the light of surprise effusing from his silver eyes was as genuine as humanly possible.
"Old man?"
"Wei Wuyin!"