Lan Xuanyu looked in the direction from which the voice came, secretly startled, because he hadn't felt the presence of the owner of this elderly voice before. This means that his divine consciousness was far inferior to this person's.
A tall, imposing figure appeared inside, an elderly man towering at over two meters and fifty centimeters tall. His shoulders were extremely broad, with long green-grey hair cascading down his back. His beard was somewhat unkempt, yet his azure robe was spotless. His face was ancient, his eyes were cyan, and although not exuding a powerful aura, Lan Xuanyu felt an immense pressure from the first moment he saw him.
Yu Yan saw this person and hurriedly bowed respectfully, "President."
