"Mister Xuan Yan, what brings you here?"
Chen Mozi, who had been sitting there in desiccated silence, solemnly rose to his feet the instant he saw the old man.
Mister Xuan Yan?
Luo Chen looked in astonishment at the old man who had appeared so calmly.
Clad in plain dark robes, he was simple yet imposing and dignified. His face glowed with health, bearing none of the frailty of extreme old age spoken of in the rumors.
Had Ye Lingtian not said that he had no intention of coveting the Pill Saint Legacy?
Why had he come today?
Mister Xuan Yan said with a smile, "After staying on the mountain too long, one inevitably feels its chill and solitude. Before the New Year, I heard that you had entered the Pill Saint Hall, so I thought I would take a walk and have a look. Am I not welcome?"
"No, no, how could we possibly not welcome you, sir?"
Chen Mozi hurriedly waved his hands. Though he was not humble to the point of servility, his bearing was filled with respect.
Mister Xuan Yan had once possessed many Dao titles, yet people eventually came to call him "Mister" for a reason.
In his early years, he had never placed much importance on sects, clans, inheritances, or bloodlines.
Even when his sect declined, he had not tried to turn the tide. He had merely devoted himself wholeheartedly to the Dao of alchemy.
Yet he was never stingy in imparting his insights into the Alchemy Dao, often giving a helping hand to juniors thirsting for knowledge.
Those who wished to take him as their master were often refused, for he did not wish to be dragged down by worldly matters. Even his joining the Mingyuan Sect had merely been for convenience—to find