The promise ... Hearing this, the old man narrowed his eyes. He looked away from Xu Qi 'an and into the distance.
There was a sense of lethargy in him, and lethargy was not a derogatory term. It was just that people yearned for a new life, so this term was often not in line with people's preferences.
The old man's lethargic aura was the result of the accumulation of time, an aura that was more ancient than the vicissitudes of life.
He was the same age as Guo, born on the weekend, and had witnessed the rise and fall of two dynasties.
He had risen up in the chaotic world and led the righteous Masters to overthrow the tyranny. He had experienced too many things and seen too many people.
The lethargic air naturally seeped into his bones.
The strange thing was that Xu Qi 'an didn't see such lethargic air on the supervisor, the emotionless Arhat, or the two Vajra realm experts.
