As Yao Dan watched Lin Ming and the others, Mang Tianchi noticed his gaze and raised his head, cupping his hands. "Greetings, Clan Leader Yao Dan."
Lin Ming also slightly cupped his hands and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "Greetings, Clan Leader Yao Dan."
Yao Dan's gaze lingered on the two of them for another moment, a thoughtful look flashing through his eyes. He then nodded slightly without saying more. With one step, he appeared amid the respectful welcome of the many Yao Clan elders and took his seat firmly in the place of honor.
"Ha ha, Yao Dan, you old man, you finally decided to come out of that pill chamber of yours?"
Just as Yao Dan had taken his seat, before he could exchange any pleasantries, an aged voice steeped in the vicissitudes of time slowly resounded in the sky.
Along with that voice came an extremely rich Medicinal Fragrance.
That medicinal fragrance was completely unlike ordinary medicinal pill scent. It seemed to contain boundless vitality; one breath of it made the entire body feel refreshed, as though even one's lifespan had faintly increased.
Everyone followed the sound and looked over, only to see emerald-green light suddenly flickering at the distant horizon.
The green light arrived with incredible speed. In just a few instants, it tore through the air and arrived.
Only then did everyone see clearly that it was an ancient medicinal cauldron, pale green all over. Sitting cross-legged atop it was a gaunt old man dressed in plain hemp robes.
The old man's hair and beard were both white, his face lean and refined. He leaned on a strange walking stick that seemed woven from countless herbs. Many jade bottles of various sizes hung from it, swaying gently as the medicinal cauldron flew through the air