Fang Lin halted as he pushed the door and entered, immediately turning his gaze towards the figure sitting in the courtyard.
An elder in yellow, not particularly tall, was sitting on a stone bench with a weathered face exuding a somber aura.
At this moment, the yellow-clothed elder was also watching Fang Lin, his eyes evaluating and scrutinizing.
Fang Lin furrowed his brows, his heart on alert. This sudden appearance of an old man in the courtyard, whom he had failed to notice before entering, clearly indicated that the elder possessed profound cultivation and extraordinary abilities.
However, Fang Lin was no stranger to turbulence, his movements hesitated only slightly, before he calmly closed the courtyard door and walked inside, approaching the yellow-clothed elder with measured steps.
The yellow-clothed elder remained seated on the stone bench, showing no intention of standing up or saying anything, just watching Fang Lin with intense eyes.
