Under the gazes of those around him, Chen Sheng sat down in front of Vermilion Bird and couldn't help but ask.
If the other party were really as young as their appearance suggested, it would be fine.
But Vermilion Bird was an old man in his seventies or eighties.
How did he manage to act like a total fool?
Chen Sheng just couldn't understand.
"Oh, come on, don't be upset!"
"Didn't I see that you've already disguised yourself?"
"If you had blatantly revealed your face, I wouldn't have greeted you at all."
Vermilion Bird's face was full of smiles, and his mouth slightly moved.
The voice then directly entered Chen Sheng's ears.
Soon after,
He orally described the specific information of Chen Sheng's fake identity.
"Your identity is Chen Yanzu."
"Born in Shayamarket, Nanhai Province, you followed your father to learn martial arts from childhood and demonstrated extraordinary talent…."
Vermilion Bird was in constant motion, and his voice was unending.
