C109 I Hu Zou!

The desperate cries for help seemed to have some effect, as the once silent forest erupted into chaos. Amidst a series of unsteady footsteps, a figure emerged from the shadowy mountain path.

The arrival was clad in gray, his frame stooped with age. His white hair, like strands of silver, was neatly tied at the back of his head, suggesting he was well into his nineties.

His eyes, though cloudy