In Southern Prefecture, within a marketplace at the foot of Cloud Dragon Mountain.
That day, a somewhat short Old Man in Yellow hurried to the entrance of a tavern. After glancing up at its rather costly signboard, his expression darkened slightly as he walked straight inside.
Led by a tavern attendant, the Old Man in Yellow soon arrived outside a private room on the second floor and signaled for the attendant to knock.
"I haven't shorted you on Spirit Stones, so why are you here bothering me again? Get lost!"
Hearing the furious rebuke from inside, the attendant jolted in alarm. He stopped knocking and looked helplessly at the Old Man in Yellow beside him.
The Old Man in Yellow waved for the attendant to withdraw, then forcibly pushed open the door and entered.
The private room was lavishly decorated. Ornate palace lanterns flickered, while brocade embroidered with exquisite patterns covered the walls, presenting a scene of refined luxury.
The moment the Old Man in Yellow stepped inside, a crisp and pleasant melody drifted into his ears. Yet with his abrupt intrusion, the music quickly came to a halt.
Not far away, a handsome young man lounged in a wooden chair with his legs crossed. Seeing the Old Man in Yellow barge in, surprise first flashed across his face, followed by a helpless sigh.
"Sixth Uncle, I was merely bored staying on the mountain and slipped down here to steal a little leisure. How did you find me?"
Rather than answering him, the Old Man in Yellow waved at the several tavern musicians still standing there in a daze.
After everyone else had left the private room, the Old Man in Yellow carefully set up a spell formation by the door before turning to sternly rebuke the handsome young man.