Sikong Ye

The elegant and quiet courtyard looked as though it had come out of a painting.

A middle-aged man with a fit body who was dressed in a blue and brown robe sat cross-legged in the air. His hair was long and gray, and his face was handsome. Apart from that, his bearing was extraordinary as well. His hooked nose what his most distinguishable feature.

"Master."

"Uncle Sikong."

Old Man Wen and Ding Yan greeted the middle-aged man at almost the same time.

Following that, Xue Hai Chuan and Xue Hai Shan stepped forward and cupped their fists together at the middle-aged man and greeted him in unison, "Greetings, Revered Elder Sikong."

When Duan Ling Tian regained his senses, he quickly greeted the middle-aged man as well. Sikong Yue, whom he had met, did not resemble the middle-aged man much. There was only a slight similarity between the two; their ears and their lips were the same.