"What's wrong with this old man? He's wearing a costume, but he's still running like a feather?" The driver said to himself. He found that although the old man in the mist was running very slowly, his movement was very light, as if he was flying towards the ground with his toes touching the ground.
"Hurry... Hurry... Let's go, boss!" The paparazzo trembled. The old man in the Chinese Tang costume didn't get along well with him. He felt a slight gust of cold wind blowing from the old man's direction.
The paparazzo was also afraid of "leave then!" He wanted to run away as he said, but his feet couldn't help but go soft.
"Knock!" Another heavy footstep sounded. The black Tang-dressed old man, who was only one meter away from them, stopped on his own and stood still and looked at the three
