C30 Patriarch Duan

"Hmm?"

Ren Qianyuv hugged his arms and looked in the direction of the sound.

He saw a middle-aged man, nearly fifty years old and wearing a Tang suit. His steps were steady and he exuded a proud aura.

Behind him followed an old man with a slightly arched back. The old man looked as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of life; he was filled with calmness and seemed very relaxed