Chapter 740: The Great Dao of Politeness (I)
At Lin Bei's casual beckoning, a man emerged from the depths of the cavern, where countless star-like lights flickered. There was a faint glow around him, making him appear almost like a spectral apparition.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, a pleasure indeed."
The man wore long robes colored green and white. He had a gaunt face, with facial features that made him look like a good-natured man. Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be in his sixties or seventies.
The old man stepped out of the darkness with a serene and welcoming smile, giving a bow each to Chu Liang and Xu Ziyang. He bowed so low that it was no longer just a greeting but rather a show of flattery.
Chu Liang eyed the old man with some confusion. "And you are...?"
Logically, the only living being in this cavern should have been the "terrifying existence" that had been sealed away for nearly two thousand years—the ancient devil whom Madam Hongyu had referred to as Grand Ancestor Fuyou.
Yet, the old man before them didn't seem terrifying at all... In fact, every wrinkle on his face radiated nothing but politeness. How could he be that supposedly terrifying existence?
Recalling Madam Hongyu's warning, Xu Ziyang cautiously asked, "Are you Grand Ancestor Fuyou?"
"Oh, no, no, no! Please, don't call me that," the old man said. He chuckled embarrassedly, waving his hands in rejection of the term of address. With utmost humility, he explained, "Those were just youthful follies, reckless times... I ended up with a rather bad reputation. You can call me Little Fu, Little You[1], or even just Little Ancestor—it's all fine!"
"Uh..." Chu Liang uttered, finding himself at a loss for words.
He couldn't quite figure out what the old man was playing at. Did he want to ask them for a favor?