C269 Hundred Poison Centipede

A figure of ethereal grace glided toward them, each stride spanning seven or eight meters with ease. To him, a few hundred meters was but the work of a moment. As he drew near, they could see he was an elder with white hair, clad in a greyish-white Taoist robe, his long white beard and flowing snowy locks billowing in the breeze.

Despite his white hair