There weren't many people in the square. After Chen Xiaolian shouted, a few seconds later, indeed, an elderly man in traditional Chinese exercise attire, practicing Tai Chi, smiled and walked over.
The old man sat directly on the bench next to Chen Xiaolian, glanced up at him, and said, "Are you looking for me?"
Chen Xiaolian squinted at the GM.
He sighed, "I want to know how to revive Qiao Qiao."
The old man furrowed his brow and shook his head. "You're asking the wrong question."
"How is it wrong?"
"You should first ask me if there is a way to revive Qiao Qiao," the old man said coldly. "Instead of coming up and asking me how to revive her. Are you sure there's definitely a way to revive her?"
Chen Xiaolian fell silent for a moment. "Well, is there a way to revive her?"
"No."
The old man replied decisively and succinctly.
