"Creeeak," the No.1 elder of the Black-clothed Guard opened the wooden door.
When he saw the other person, he was slightly startled and immediately realized that this white-bearded old man was no ordinary person.
This was a meeting between elders, but also a collision of worlds.
One was dressed in black attire with a nearly bald head, adorned with only a few scant hairs; the other, however, exuded the aura of an Immortal, with a full head of white hair and clad in white robes. Both shared one common feature: bright eyes that radiated vitality, betraying relentless energy despite their advancing years.
"This elder here is..." No.1 elder regained his composure and asked casually.
Fu Tianyuan waved his hand behind him to signal his disciples to remain quiet, "Are you... a Black-clothed Guard? Or perhaps a member of their ranks?"
Black-clothed Guard?
