The door was ajar. Everyone followed the sound and looked over. On the narrow street, a white-haired old man approached, dressed in a black jacket and wearing blue cloth shoes. His face was weathered, his hair white, and his eyebrows were long and distinguished. Though the corners of his eyes were webbed with wrinkles, his gaze held the piercing sharpness of a spear.
TAP. TAP. TAP.
His footsteps were audible, scattering the dust. His upright figure moved through the alley with the imposing momentum of a spear being thrust forward. A single glance was enough to tell he was no ordinary old man.
In fact, that face seemed to appear frequently in the news, and portraits in many places throughout Gao Yuan City resembled him...
"Grand General Luo!"
Niu Yao recognized him at a glance. He lowered his head and bowed, a layer of cold sweat coating his back. His hand felt as if it were clutching his own wildly-beating heart, which seemed to be giving off bursts of heat.
