After sitting down, the white-browed elder extended his trembling hand, picked up the hot tea on the table, took a gentle sip, and let out a long breath.
At this moment, the scene fell into silence and awkwardness.
After a while, the white-browed elder said with a smile: "What brings Fellow Daoist Su to visit so suddenly?"
When the elder smiled, it was obvious that he had only a few sparse teeth left in his mouth. The term "decrepit with age" was vividly demonstrated on him.
Hearing this, Su Mu raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
"Do you recognize me, elder?"
Out of courtesy, Su Mu still called him "elder", although he looked no different from a mortal old man, but Su Mu dared not underestimate him.
Upon hearing Su Mu's address, the elder waved his hand and said: "I dare not accept the word 'elder', Fellow Daoist Su, please don't flatter me."
"My surname is Yang, just an old guy about to enter the soil."
