Leaving the dense forest, Ling Tian continued his journey and soon encountered a traveling scholar named Wei Long.
The scholar was a thin, elderly man with a long, white beard and piercing eyes that seemed to see through to one's soul.
He carried with him a large bag filled with ancient texts and scrolls, each one a treasure trove of knowledge and history.
Ling Tian looked at him curiously, sensing the depth of wisdom within the old man. He went up to the old man and greeted him.
"Greetings, elder. My name is Ling Tian. May I ask why such an elder as yourself are walking in these plains?"
Wei Long looked up from his scroll, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Greetings, young cultivator. I am Wei Long, a rouge cultivator, I seek knowledge and chronicles of history. The world is vast, and there is much to learn from every place. These remote parts may hold secrets that the bustling cities do not."