An Old Man

Somewhere in the lower world

Two figures, one male in a black robe and one female in a blue robe, dashed through the sky, leaving a trail of dispersed clouds behind them.

"Where are we going?" An Di inquired, turning to face Zhang Zhiyi, who was flying beside him.

"Just follow me; it will still take us one day to get there," Zhang Zhiyi replied, looking down to see that they were flying over a city.

But then a loud voice reverberated throughout.

"STOP"

An Di and Zhang Zhiyi both frowned as they came to a halt and hovered in the air.

Their attention was drawn to a skinny old man with wrinkled skin and many scars on his face, who was dressed in a black robe and held a thin sword by his waist.

"Two distinguished guests, since you are flying above my Profound Yang City, you should rest here."

The old man looked at An Di, then at Zhang Zhiyi. Even though he was an old man, his eyes lit up when he saw her.

"My bad. I forgot to introduce myself,"