Like an ordinary, run-of-the-mill old man, weary and frail with age, often drowsy and sluggish in spirit.
A disciple quietly entered the room, careful not to disturb the Pavilion Elder, and instead bowed respectfully, placing a Jade Slip on the table, then bowed again before silently withdrawing.
The Jade Slip sat on the table.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
Through the fragrant haze, the Pavilion Elder was still dozing off.
It's unknown how much time passed before the Pavilion Elder slowly opened his eyes, as if waking from sleep. He glanced sideways, noticed the Jade Slip on the table, and picked it up for a look.
At just a single glance, the Pavilion Elder froze.
"Qianxue State Boundary, Formation Competition first place, Taixu Gate's Mo Hua, Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, Divine Sense Nineteen Patterns..."
The Pavilion Elder's drowsiness vanished in an instant; he couldn't help feeling invigorated, and murmured slowly:
