The white-haired elder, dressed simply yet with an air of elegance.
Opposite him, a young man in white sat upright, his body straight and upright like a sharp sword.
"Sir, you clearly know that there are evil spirits in the Imperial Capital, so why do you still insist on going there..."
The elder tidied up his clothes, slowly stood up, and slowly walked towards the courtyard gate.
His face bore many wrinkles, but his eyes were deep, his demeanor extraordinary. A longsword hung at his waist, his steps steady, and his gaze showed not a trace of the cloudiness or sluggishness of old age.
"It's merely sacrificing oneself for righteousness."
The elder shook his head, and the few attendant students and servants at his side immediately followed.
Pei Min sat upright in a somewhat dilapidated small temple.
The weather was cold and damp; it had just rained lightly, and the air was humid. Drops of water dripped slowly from the eaves, falling into puddles accumulated on the ground.
