"Young man, congratulations. After so many years, you are the first to pass the old man's trial of the Sky Tower. You can now receive your reward."
The old man, whose age was indiscernible, smiled warmly at Ye Fan. His face was like dried orange peel, and his hair and eyebrows had all fallen out. Even his scalp was covered in wrinkles.
"Who are you?"
Ye Fan knew that the hunched, corpse-like elder in front of him was the master who constructed this Sky Tower, and he asked respectfully.
"It doesn't matter, does it? Time has been so long, I have forgotten my own name. Besides, I am not the true body, only a spiritual imprint left behind. I do not know much."
The old man did not reveal too much about himself. Instead, he pointed to the jade box on the stone table in front of Ye Fan and said, "The reward is in the jade box, open it and have a look!"
