C42 Uncle Fu

Woo Zhengyang practiced late into the night when a slightly hunched figure finally pushed the door open and came in. It was an elderly man with white hair and a beard, dressed in somewhat shabby gray clothes.

“Uncle Fu!” Woo Zhengyang exclaimed with delight, standing up as he saw the old man.

“Young Master, you’ve finally come back!” Uncle Fu’s eyes, which were a bit cloudy, suddenly brightened