Huo Yimeng was quite elderly, and seeing him so excited, everyone was truly worried for him.
Now, as he stared at Ning Fan's facial features, he was even more certain than ever that Ning Fan was indeed his senior disciple.
"Senior disciple Ning, it's me, little Huo! I am little Huo!"
Tears nearly streamed down the old man's face as he excitedly tried to jog Ning Fan's memory.
"Little Huo?!"
"No way, could this old Huo be fake!"
"What kind of talk is that... pinch me, we must be dreaming!"
The crowd was utterly shocked by the old man's self-reference as "little Huo", a legend of the dance world, a living fossil, showing such respect in front of Ning Fan,
If this event hadn't unfolded before their eyes, they would never have believed it.
Some even thought it was a dream, a hallucination, that Huo Yimeng couldn't possibly do such a thing.
Zheng Wenxiu's face turned pale as she incessantly muttered, "It's over... it's all over..."
