A blue robe, black cloth shoes with round openings, mottled hair casually tied behind him.
Compared to his time following the Changsheng Sect, Chen Botong at this moment had an air entirely different from the past.
There was even a faint sense of celestial elegance.
He walked slowly, his steps silent.
"I remember, we only met two or three times back in the day, right?" Chen Botong said with a chuckle, his hands behind his back, "In the blink of an eye, fifty years have passed, I didn't expect you to recognize me at once."
Ning Haifeng's face changed abruptly, his whole body tense, not speaking, just staring at Chen Botong.
Chen Botong walked to the tea table, pulled out a chair and sat down, not standing on ceremony, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of hot tea, lightly blew away the froth, gestured to Ning Haifeng, "Don't just stand there, sit down."
Ning Haifeng: "..."
This old guy, taking the host's place as soon as he arrived?
