C1981 A Good Dog Doesn't Block the Way!

As Zheng Qiyuan locked eyes with the grey-robed elder before him, the old man scrutinized him in return. They stood in silence, neither willing to break the standoff with words.

"Sir," Zheng Qiyuan finally spoke after a tense pause, "pardon me."

"Old friend, you're no spring chicken," the grey-robed elder remarked with a mix of astonishment and mockery