"No one?" Qu Tan'er looked at Jing Xin beside her with confusion, noticing that she indeed appeared to be looking around randomly, as if she didn't see anyone. But wasn't there an old man with white hair wearing coarse hemp clothes sitting at the table in front of them? Furthermore, he had the face of a child, his cheeks flush with health like those of a youngster, and his skin seemed even better than hers.
One couldn't tell his real age; some would believe if he were said to be in his dozens, and it would be plausible if one said he had lived for over a hundred years.
The old man with white hair was also staring intently at her…
Suddenly, the old man flicked his sleeve,
and Jing Xin slowly collapsed, landing with her head down on a table.
Qu Tan'er was startled, "Jing Xin!"
