The elder with horns on his head had eyebrows like snow and a face as wrinkled as dried tree bark, yet his eyes were as deep as the firmament, sparkling like lightning, exuding an aura that captivated the soul.
The breeze blew by, but the elder's robes did not flutter. Upon close inspection, one could see an aura of energy surrounding him, preventing the gentle wind from touching his garments.
This elder was none other than Elder Lu Ming, the famous master of the Lu Ming Realm and one of the ten elders of the Saint Continent.
Elder Lu Ming gazed at the sika deer roaming leisurely on the grassland, a serene smile on his face.
He reached out to stroke the antlers of a robust sika deer in front of him.
As Elder Lu Ming harmoniously interacted with the sika deer, there was a fluctuation in the air, followed by an emergence of energy.
A gray-haired elder in a long robe appeared before Elder Lu Ming, gradually becoming clear from blur.
