It seemed he had long since sensed the visitor's presence.
After a moment.
"Come in."
A somewhat languid voice drifted out through the bamboo door.
Wang Ziyu pushed open the wooden door and stepped aside.
The gray-robed figure crossed the threshold and slowly entered the room.
Wu Shisan was still reclining against the bamboo couch, casually waving the battered palm-leaf fan in his hand.
He slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze settling on the gray-robed figure.
"Who are you?"
The gray-robed figure stood in the room, his gaze calm. "True Person, have you ever heard of the Pure Yang Spirit Elephant?"
"..."
The moment those words fell.
Wu Shisan was somewhat startled. "You're the White Elephant by Mo Yang's side?!"
Naturally, he knew of the Pure Yang Spirit Elephant.
It was said that the previous Supreme Seat of the Pure Yang Lineage, Mo Yang True Person, had found a White Elephant somewhere. Though it bore no disciple's title, it had been closer to him than even his true disciples.
But after Mo Yang's unexpected death, this demon had vanished without a trace as well.
There were also rumors outside that it had been banished by the later Xuan Yang to Spirit Mountain.
Seeing Wu Shisan's shocked expression, the White Elephant slightly lowered his head and said bitterly, "It seems True Person knows of my origins..."
"This old Daoist remembers... he never provoked you in the past, did he?"
Wu Shisan tried his best to choose his words.
Knowing was one thing.
But why had the other party suddenly appeared? Why had he come looking for him?
The White Elephant shook his head slightly. "It is not actually anything else of great importance."
"..."
Wu Shisan silently straightened up.
Whenever someone used that sort of phrasing, something heaven-shaking was clearly about