Zhen Yan was a white-haired, stooped old man with a face full of wrinkles and sunken eyes. Were it not for the aura of his Cultivation base radiating outward, one would truly worry that a gust of wind might blow him over.
With every step he took, he had to wave the staff in his hand, walking haltingly from the preparation area onto the arena stage.
"Fellow Daoist Guili, I've heard much about you," Zhen Yan greeted him.
Chapter 584