Ning Bufan carefully observed this person from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the Heavenly Gifted One, Wang Shijiu.
He looked very old, his face lined with deep, numerous, and cracked wrinkles like the ravines of a mountain.
He also had a head of dry, white hair, disheveled like a bird's nest in a tree, but his eyes seemed to hold a light, and from his dim eyes, one could see that he still yearned for life.
This was a remarkable person, though he seemed somewhat unserious, Ning Bufan nodded slightly.
Wan'er returned with tea, and Wang Shijiu simply packed up his stall, pulling out his tattered banner and putting it away.
A handsome young man with a wooden sword, a weathered old man, and a graceful young woman sat side by side on a stone bench, watching the people come and go on Vermil
