Ye Yun turned to take another look.
The old man appeared to be around eighty years old; his face was pale and dull, his body withered. He had no cultivation base; he was just an ordinary old man.
The old man's eyes widened. He hadn't expected a young man in white to be standing in the gloomy shadows of the ancestral hall.
He was suddenly taken aback.
Is it my old eyes playing tricks on me?
The gray-robed old man suddenly rubbed his eyes and laughed bitterly in self-deprecation.
After rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look, only to find that the young man in white still stood not far away.
At this moment, his vision became sharp.
The young man in white possessed an extraordinary temperament. Standing there like an Immortal, he seemed to make the entire ancestral hall glow with light.
In that instant, the old man felt as if he had seen a God.
"May I ask who sir is?"
