…………
A month later.
The spring sun was just right, and it was warm.
Two deckchairs, a man, and a tortoise that was more dazzling than the sun.
He closed his eyes in front of the library, feeling the warmth.
It was comfortable.
As expected.
This was the life that a Big Shot should have.
The real big shots were not about fighting and killing.
It was to live happily and comfortably.
However, at this moment, a person came to the library Pavilion from afar.
It was an old man.
His hair and beard were all white, and the vicissitudes of life covered his cheeks.
His walking posture was slow and a little shaky, as if he was on the verge of death.
Chu he squinted his eyes and took a glance.
This old man's cultivation level was barely acceptable.
The reason why he acted like an ordinary old man was because he was a young man.
He was not pretending.
