An older man, over fifty, sat at the head of the meeting hall, slightly bowing his head, gently massaging his temples with his thumbs, as he closed his eyes to rest.
However, his tightly knit brows showed he was weighed down by worries, seemingly troubled by something.
At that moment, a tall, slender man strolled in from afar, his pace neither hurried nor slow, yet in the blink of an eye, he was in the meeting hall.
The man appeared no more than fifty, handsome and scholarly.
Shen Che knew, however, that this scholarly man was already over seventy, but because he had reached the Grandmaster Realm, returned to his essence, and appeared a few years younger than him.
"Mr. Ming Yue, you've had a long journey, please take a seat."
Shen Che rose from his master seat, slightly bowed, showing great respect to the visitor.
This respect was not only because the other was a Grandmaster.
