"Senior, since I've come all this way, don't you think you should say something?"
After Ling Zhenfei spoke, the old man slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at Ling Zhenfei and said, "After so many years, I've finally seen a living person again."
"What do you mean, have you been here for many years?"
The person looked to be quite old, at least fifty or sixty years old. His clothes were tattered, and both his hair and beard were long, so his exact features were unclear.
"That's right, I've been here for many years, though I'm not sure how many. By my count, it's been at least over a dozen years."
Ling Zhenfei was stirred, truly not expecting someone could cultivate in one place for over a dozen years.
"So, are you cultivating here now, senior?" Ling Zhenfei asked.
The old man glanced at Ling Zhenfei but didn't answer his question. Instead, he asked: "Kid, why are you here?"
