In mere moments, Yan Chihuo heard someone outside the door say, "Young Master Yan, this old man and his brother have come to pay you a visit. Please open the door so we may speak."
With a sweep of his sleeve, Yan Chihuo opened the door on its own. Two old men entered. Both were tall and thin, their features seven or eight parts alike. Yet one was clad wholly in snowy white and radiated an icy chill, giving anyone who looked at him the immediate sense that strangers should keep their distance. The other was dressed in blazing red, as though a volcano lay hidden within his body, ready at any moment to burn a person to ashes.
Yan Chihuo thought to himself, Though water-attribute arts are close to ice-attribute arts, one rarely sees such power. This Gui Water Divine Art truly is extraordinary.
The snow-white old man said, "I am Ouyang Zhi. This is my younger brother."
Yan Chihuo cupped his hands. "I have long admired you both. You said you had a matter to discuss. What might it be?"
Ouyang Zhi said, "It is a long story, so please be patient, Young Master Yan. It is said that the East Sea is a land of outstanding people and spiritual bounty. Young Master Yan, among the Rogue Cultivators of the East Sea, there must be a considerable number with cultivation like that of my brother and me."
Seeing him abruptly steer the conversation in that direction, Yan Chihuo did not understand why, but answered truthfully nonetheless. "Mister Ouyang overestimates the East Sea. Cultivation conditions here are harsh, far inferior to those on the mainland. Rogue Cultivators have it even harder. Those who can advance to the Spirit Cultivation Stage are already few enough to count on one's fingers.