It was said that there were many capable people in the inland.
"Young man, don't leave yet."
When Ye Qiubai and the other two heard this, they looked in the direction of the voice.
An old man with a face full of wrinkles.
Her hair was already white and scattered everywhere.
His eyes were extremely small. If one did not look carefully, one would think that he had closed his eyes.
However, those eyes left an extremely deep impression on Ye Qiubai.
His eyes were extremely turbid but there was a divine light in the turbidity.
It was as if a ray of light from the lighthouse passed through the layers of night fog on the surface of the sea.
After confirming that the old man was looking at him,
Ye Qiubai pointed at himself and said, "Old Sir, are you calling out to me?"
The old man smiled and nodded. He then waved his hand and said, "Come over, young man. I have something here that you will definitely be interested in."
