C104 It Was Hopeless

An old man in his sixties slowly walked in. The old man's sideburns were white, his face was full of wrinkles, and his white beard reached his chest. He had a sage-like demeanor, as if he was a master described in novels about cultivation. Yi, who was standing beside him, looked like an obedient servant.

"Put out the cigarette."

The old man said with a trace of anger in his tone