Tianlong

The Man's face, a canvas of time and wisdom, bore strong and defined features that seemed as if they were carefully chiseled by a master craftsman. Deep-set eyes of brilliant azure sparkled with an unfathomable depth of wisdom and a touch of timeless mystique. They were like tranquil lakes, revealing no secrets but seemingly housing a world within them. His hair, now a dignified silver, flowed like a silken river down his back, a striking contrast to the azure of his robes.

There was a stillness about him that could only be found in those who had seen the ebb and flow of countless years. The way he appeared and stood beside Han Cai had an ease and elegance that could only be born from a lifetime of navigating the intricate paths of cultivation.

Han Cai noticed that the man was not looking at him, but at the beautiful valley where Han Cai was gazing.

Finally, the man spoke while still staring at the valley, "I am Lan Tianlong."