Just then, an elderly voice rang out. The crowd turned to look and saw an old man in a gray robe walking slowly toward them.
The old man was lean with graying whiskers, a ruddy complexion, and an expression of absolute calm. In his hand, he held a dark green bamboo staff, ancient in appearance and exuding an unfathomable aura.
"Elder Zhan!" Shàngguān Jīnhóng exclaimed, his face lighting up as he hurried forward. "Why have you come, sir?"
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