When Gu Yang arrived in Tianmu City, a sloppy old man was roasting a wild rabbit over a fire in a broken temple on a desolate hill a few miles outside the city.
Suddenly, a black figure quietly appeared in the broken temple, crouching next to the old man, and asked concernedly, "Grandpa Er, did that Zheng kid give you trouble?"
From the sound of her voice, it was a young woman.
The old man didn't even lift his head, keeping his eyes on the roasted rabbit in front of him. "If even a little fellow like that will give me trouble, it would mean I have lived my age in vain."
The woman let out a sigh of relief, "Grandpa Er, you were in such a hurry to find me, I thought something had happened."
"Indeed, something has happened."
The old man chuckled, saying, "I have encountered someone with Pure Yang Qi."
"Really?"
The woman's tone was filled with surprise, "Where's this person?"