"Hahahaha," laughed the person draped in cotton clothes. Suddenly, they emitted an offensive, owl-like chuckle.
"Old geezer, you didn't die, hahahahaha!"
"Cough, cough. Cough." The peculiar figure in the corner gradually straightened up, revealing a dark countenance.
Duan Yue swiftly moved, appearing next to Mo Lian. They exchanged glances, both sharing a hint of puzzlement in their eyes.
/From their conversation, it appears they know each other?/
"It seems you've met your match! Hahaha." The individual in cotton clothing dramatically cast off their cotton garments, and a radiant gleam emanated from their eyes.
"Cough. Cough." The figure in the corner had also made their way closer by now, regarding Mo Lian and the others with a puzzled expression.
"Who are you people?"
Duan Yue glanced at Mo Lian and noticed his confusion. He lowered his voice and inquired, "Could this person be the former Master of Beiwang Valley?"
