The elder possessed a formidable affinity that irresistibly drew Ye Wanlan closer.
He, too, wore ancient clothing, indistinguishable from that of an ordinary commoner.
Ye Wanlan had never before seen this elder, yet at this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other a very long time ago.
What left her most shocked and speechless was that the elder called her—Little Yongning.
But who else would call her that, aside from her relatives in her past life?
Ye Wanlan's hands became incredibly stiff as her gaze shifted downwards, and she only then noticed that despite his simple dress, a treasured sword hung at the elder's waist.
This sword was clearly identical to the Sky Initiating Sword once offered in Fengyuan City.
It was just a pity that three hundred years ago, when the enemy army invaded overnight, the whereabouts of the Sky Initiating Sword became unknown.
Thus, the identity of the person before her was self-evident.