The old man was deeply uneasy, terribly nervous!
He had already realized that he had misjudged him. This young brother before him was in truth a fierce dragon crossing the river, a bona fide great sword cultivator!
"May I boldly ask your honored name, Fellow Daoist?"
Su Yi cupped his hands in greeting, looking exceedingly solemn.
Because the old man's kindness was worthy of such treatment.
Huang Yun immediately panicked and hurriedly waved his hands. "Y-you mustn't stand on ceremony. This truly diminishes this old one. I was born in the wilderness and have always been called 'Huang Yun' by my kind in the mountains."
Su Yi took out a jug of wine, along with the token Huang Yun had given him earlier, and handed them over. "Meeting is fate. Please accept them."
Without allowing any refusal, he had already stuffed them into the old man's hands.
"All right, I should be going as well."
Su Yi smiled as he bade farewell, then drifted away.
His figure soared upward, his great sleeves fluttering. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the vast night.
Huang Yun stared blankly at everything. Only after a long while did he seem to come back to his senses, muttering, "Could that lord have been an immortal with boundless divine powers?"
In his understanding, immortals were already the most extraordinary existences in the world.
After putting away the token, Huang Yun examined the wine jug for a while. In the end, unable to resist, he opened it. At once, a refreshing fragrance of wine wafted out.
Merely taking a whiff made the energy throughout Huang Yun's body circulate briskly. His heart and mind were unburdened, and he felt as though he were about to float up and ascend to immortality.
"Th-this... could this be