The simple and honest old man called out, knocked the tobacco pipe in his hand against the stone and poured out the ashes.
Tristan Yandell's identity was not hard to identify.
He was wearing a black shirt embroidered with a silver flying fish. Any martial artist with some knowledge could recognize that he was a governor.
This scared the old man!
Braydon Neal stood with his hands behind his back and chuckled. "I thought that the Elusive Fish technique was lost. I didn't expect to see it here!"
Just now, the simple and honest old man's movement was like a fish in water, avoiding Tristan's capture.
Braydon could see through his technique at a glance.
The simple and honest old man's surname was Zito. The villagers called him Old Man Zito, and his real name had almost been forgotten.
Old Man Zito's eyes were unfocused, and he was already scared.
