C245 Yim Zhou

The man was short and unremarkable in appearance. Yet, Gao Mu couldn't help but notice the man's unusually long fingers, each one adorned with thick calluses.

A young man, roughly Gao Mu's age, followed closely behind, maintaining a respectful half-step distance from the elder.

"Why has Master Yim come?"

"Hasn't he withdrawn from worldly matters?"

"I haven't seen him since a decade ago