Faced with the old man's sudden appearance, Wang Jing and Chen Ping'an wore looks of deep suspicion.
They thought of the old man on embroidered rivers who always meddled and played favorites while acting all proper, black and white confused, having lived out his advanced years in vain.
At this moment, within Chen Ping'an's brow, a slender figure drifted out. Holding a lotus leaf, with an ethereal temperament, she looked just like a divine being.
Chapter 48