Jinzhou City.
In the twinkling of an eye, twenty years had passed. At this moment, Liang Sheng, with a touch of grey at his temples and increasingly noticeable wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, appeared mature and dignified. As he walked down the street, the young girls couldn't help but throw a second glance his way.
Just like an ordinary person, he wove through the streets, with a calm and composed air about him. Even if he hadn't activated his attribute panel concealment, people would not recognize him as a martial arts expert.
The marks of years had made him more gentle and relaxed, and his energy and blood were almost perfectly integrated, giving him a Taoist-like sense of simplicity and humble strength.
At this point, he was leisurely heading to Zhang Rongjun's teahouse, though the current owner was not Zhang Yuntai but his son Zhang Ruxing.
