Before he could finish his sentence, a loud, resonant voice echoed from the distance: "Youran, Qu Chen, you did a wonderful job!"
Looking in the direction of the voice, we saw Master walking slowly toward us, accompanied by an elderly man with the ethereal demeanor of an immortal. The old man had hair as white as snow and a youthful complexion; his transcendent air inspired instant reverence.
"Master, who is this?" I asked, looking at them in confusion.
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