Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu's eyes fell on him.
"Someone gave me your portrait and asked me to take care of you. You don't have to ask me who this person is, because I don't know who he is either. A few years ago, he saved my life and I gave him a token in return. So back then, he sent someone to deliver your portrait together with the token to me."
Feng Jiu was slightly surprised when she heard this. Everyone she knew flashed through her mind, and she asked: "Back then, was it a man or a woman who saved you? Old or young?"
Uncle Black thought for a while, then he replied with a smile: "He should be an old man to you."
Old man?
Feng Jiu's heart moved, and she thought of the old man who had given her the blue lotus. Back then, after he had given her the blue lotus, there had been no more news of him. Could it be him that had entrusted the Black Market Master to take care of her? She couldn't think of anyone else other than him.
