The old man had rugged features and an exceptionally tall frame, standing at least 1.9 meters tall. Standing there, he resembled an iron tower.
His short, graying hair stood upright like steel needles, making his already weather-beaten face look even more formidable and silently revealing that he was no longer young.
His shoulders were as broad as double doors, filling out the coarse cloth jacket he wore.
The muscles of his thick arms were knotted, as though he could easily snap steel with the slightest exertion.
His dark skin was as rough as if it had been scoured with sandpaper, covered in scars and wrinkles of varying depths.
Recognizing Tang Yuehua, the old man quickened his pace and came forward in a few strides. He bowed slightly in greeting, his voice ringing like a bell:
"Niu Gao, chief of the Defense Clan, pays his respects, my lady!"
"Uncle Niu Gao, there's no need to stand on ceremony." Tang Yuehua gently helped him straighten.
"I left the Clear Sky Sect years ago. I've long since ceased to be a young lady of the Clear Sky Sect."
"Besides, you've now led the Defense Clan away from the Clear Sky Sect as well. Whether by sentiment or reason, there's no need to use that old form of address."
At her words, Niu Gao merely raised his thick eyebrows slightly without commenting. He stepped aside to make way and said in a deep voice:
"As you say, my lady. This isn't the place to talk. Let's go inside and discuss things in detail."
Though he harbored deep resentment toward the Clear Sky Sect, he had never taken that dissatisfaction out on Tang Yuehua.
In his earlier years, he had indeed looked down on this young lady of the Clear Sky Sect because she could