"It's him!"
In the inconspicuous corner of the auction hall, Fang Qiu saw a familiar face. It was an old man with a ruddy round face. He had white eyebrows and no beard. He looked hale and hearty, like a retired man who still exercised regularly.
Fang Qiu remembered clearly that he was the elderly guru he met when he came to the Chic Cloud Pavilion the last time to auction a Guru Sword off. This man didn't even know who He Gaoming was.
He searched his memory and found that this old man seemed to be sitting in the same position as he was the last time.
Like the last time, the old man's senses were still very sharp. When Fang Qiu looked at him, he immediately turned around and glanced at Fang Qiu. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
Seeing this, wi
