C67 General

"Bai Ming," Liu Xiuran greeted with respect.

The elder chuckled, "Ah, Xiuran has arrived. And this must be Ye Fan, the one your grandfather has spoken of."

Looking up, the old man's gaze met Ye Fan's face. His eyes, brimming with wisdom, were as profound as an abyssal cold pond. In a fleeting moment, Ye Fan discerned many indescribable things within the elder's gaze