"Junior Master Uncle!"
Su Wenbo was like Monkey Sun seeing the Tathagata Buddha, his earlier arrogance suddenly extinguished.
He stammered out a call, his tone both reverent and slightly aggrieved.
Junior Master Uncle, he was being bullied.
A swindler and a brat, they, they actually—
"Caused trouble again?"
Junior Master Uncle slowly approached, dressed in simple casual clothes, not deliberately wearing traditional Chinese attire like Su Qing, but he exuded a uniquely Hua Country gentlemanliness, gentle and refined.
He appeared to be around thirty, with fine features and a clear, refreshing aura.
He wasn't dressed peculiarly, but he still shone the brightest in a crowd.
It wasn't just his good looks, mainly it was a certain feeling.
Junior Master Uncle emanated a gentle, noble air from deep within.
And from his every gesture and action, it was clear he was very cultured.
