Huang Shulang's eyes were unfocused, a hint of longing and awe hidden within his murky gaze.
Since that day, he had never seen such a man, with a presence grander than the sky, and a spirit deeper than the ocean.
On that day, even the aged and time-worn Old Demon Leader came out to greet the man's arrival.
"He looked like a fallen Daoist, wandering the Jianghu, drifting with the wind... At that time, I couldn't help but wonder, is such a person truly the number one under heaven?"
The old man's gaze grew ever more unfocused.
The splendor of yesterday seemed to be right here, right now, just before his eyes.
It was as if he returned to that sunny afternoon, hiding in the wild grass, watching from afar that bearded, yet spirited man, with light in his eyes.
"If he's not the number one under heaven, then who is?" the old woman murmured softly.
