He had both.
So he squatted quietly, bent over.
And these two things, Gu Shen and Chu Ling also possessed.
The two did not press the doorbell and just stood in front of the gate of the shabby little courtyard, separated by iron bars and climbing ivy, watching the person inside pulling weeds, rustling sounds in the air.
A moment later, the person inside the courtyard stopped weeding.
"Are you looking for someone?"
The figure hidden among the weeds lifted his head, scrutinizing the two unfamiliar visitors outside the gate.
His voice did not sound old.
Out of respect, Gu Shen did not use spiritual power.
Thus, covered by layers of weeds and trailing vines, he couldn't see the reality of the features of the person weeding in the courtyard.
However, the rumored Master Ian was over 120 years old.
So... the man cleaning the courtyard should be one of Ian's disciples?
"Yes."
Gu Shen smiled and directly asked, "We would like to see Master Ian."
