A white-haired lean elder appeared on the other side of the gate. This elder was not a cultivator, and yet he gave off a feeling of being close to the Heavenly Daos. Every single one of his movements was in accordance with the Heavenly Daos, which made others feel naturally comfortable when looking at him.

This was Long Chen’s first time seeing such a person, so he couldn’t help feeling admiration. He then cupped his fists toward the elder.

“Junior Long Chen greets senior. May I know senior’s name?”

“You are too courteous. I don’t dare to be called senior. Learning is a limitless realm, and you have far more learning than anyone in our Philosopher Institute. You have such extensive stores of knowledge that we cannot keep up. As for myself, I am merely one of the Philosopher Institute’s three Philosophers, surnamed Yang, with the given name Ziqian. Greetings, imperial envoy.” The elder bowed as befitting a scholar.

“Senior is too modest. Your gaze is pure like...