The White-Haired Man
"Welcome."
The Blood Night Princess spoke politely to the old man who appeared while they were drinking tea.
As the group turned their heads, they saw an old man, supported by a young man, struggling to walk through the entrance of the main hall.
The old man, with his hair as white as snow, stopped and stared intently at the Sword Demon.
"Oh... it truly is the Left Master who has come to visit."
The Sword Demon, surprised, rose from his seat and approached the old man.
"Elder Chief, it has been a long time since we last met."
The old man lightly tapped the back of the young man's hand he was leaning on.
"Yongmyung, thank you. Please wait a moment."
"Yes."
I also widened my eyes, watching the old man and the Sword Demon.
The Sword Demon naturally supported the old man and guided him to the table where tea was being served.
Upon closer inspection, the old man appeared to be well over a hundred years old.
The Blood Night Princess personally poured tea and turned to the round table.
"Please, have some, Elder."
The old man smiled brightly and replied, "Thank you, Princess. I heard that guests had come after a long time, so I came out to greet you. It brings me great joy to see the Left Master’s face again before I pass away."