Before long, Zheng Yi saw, under the leadership of a few Embroidered Uniform Guards, an old man and a young girl slowly walking up.
The old man's hair and beard were all white, dressed in a plain blue Daoist robe, lacking any patterns of the Eight Trigrams or auspicious clouds.
The Daoist's hair was disheveled, casually held with a wooden hairpin.
His face was lean, with wrinkles, appearing somewhat aged.
Yet his eyes were exceptionally bright.
Beside him was a cute young girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen, also dressed in a loose Daoist robe, following closely behind him.
"I am Daoist Tianxingzi, bringing my granddaughter Su Xi, to meet Your Majesty of Great Yu!"
Tianxingzi performed a Daoist salute, speaking respectfully.
The girl behind him also followed suit, greeting Zheng Yi.
"Please, Daoist Master, come forward. I wonder what you..."
Tianxingzi rose, giving a slight nod and a faint smile towards Xuan Jizi beside Zheng Yi as a greeting.
