"Who is there?" Hearing this, Qi Yu finally stopped dwelling on it, looked up, and asked Li Mingjue.
Li Mingjue felt like a fisherman, needing only to toss a little bait to hook the fish.
He subtly curled his lips and said, "Elder Gu."
"Elder Gu?" Qi Yu looked at him puzzled, "Why have I never heard of this man before?"
Li Mingjue explained, "Elder Gu had retired many years ago, built the Yiran Pavilion on a mountain outside the capital city, and lived a life free as the clouds and wild cranes. Apart from a few old friends from years past, he sees no one."
With just a few words, Qi Yu had conjured an image of an old immortal with a white beard in her mind, but she still wondered, "If he has already retired, what use is there in asking him to come out of retirement?"
