Lin Bai looked at the legendary Great Mystic Art User before him, Senior Gu Yun, with an expression that was both amused and exasperated.
He was short and slightly plump, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, with disheveled hair that clearly had not been washed in several days.
His entire body reeked of strong liquor. His conspicuously red nose stood out, and he held a black gourd in one hand.
If Old Wen had not said that he was a Great Mystic Art User, Lin Bai would have thought he was some beggar from who knew where.
Are all Great Mystic Art Users this unkempt? Lin Bai muttered inwardly.
This Great Mystic Art User had completely overturned Lin Bai's understanding of what such a person should be like.
Lin Bai glanced at Old Wen. From the latter's firm gaze and bitter smile, he recognized that this man truly was a Great Mystic Art User.
"Kid, if you have something to say, spit it out."
"Although I'm also a martial artist of the Devil Palace and you're the Devil Palace's Imperial Son, don't think you can use the Devil Palace's rules of etiquette to restrain this old man."
Gu Yun took a drink, smacked his lips, and said, "If you want this old man to bow and salute you, you'll have to become the Palace Lord of the Demon Palace first!"
Hearing this, Old Wen leaned close to Lin Bai and whispered, "He and Elder Shi Renshan, the Hall Master of the First Divine Hall, have been old friends for many years."
Lin Bai suddenly understood and nodded silently.
So this man had quite a friendship with the Hall Master of the First Divine Hall, and he was also on good terms with the First God Child. Now that Lin Bai had