The old man was in high spirits and had a tall and straight back. Even though he was standing beside the young Chang Feng, he still had a strong aura. He gave off a broad-minded vibe.
He had slicked-back silver hair. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to document his past glory.
There was a gentle smile in his eyes and his lips curved up, making him look like a compassionate man.
Qiao Nian's eyes turned red uncontrollably. She couldn't believe her eyes. In a daze, she walked towards the old man, who was emitting a Buddhist light that could save all living beings.
She seemed to be dreaming, but also she didn't seem to be dreaming.
Even if she was dreaming, she hoped that this dream would last longer. She wanted to take a few more glances at him.
Chang Feng rarely saw Qiao Nian so stunned. In a daze, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.
