"Hmph!"

A remnant shadow suddenly appeared, and a somewhat sickly pale hand grasped the bamboo flute. With a shake of essence, the attack dispersed.

The bamboo flute fell, revealing a frail figure behind it. The man before them, though well into his late years, looked noy much older than thirty.

His features were refined; one could imagine how handsome he must have been in his youth. Unfortunately, his skin was pallid, his face bearing signs of ...