"Ha ha, lad, when did you discover me?" As Lin Hao's words fell, suddenly, a person walked out from the corner of the hall.
Before this, no one had noticed there was a person there.
No one paid attention to that spot.
When the venerable voice sounded, everyone looked towards that location, even Song Manjiang was full of astonishment, "Ancestor..."
The newcomer was an extremely elderly man.
He walked shakily, as if he could fall at any moment, dressed in a thin and simple black outfit, his face full of deep wrinkles, resembling the bark of an old pine tree.
His eyes, partially obscured by the wrinkles, appeared very small and very aged, occasionally flashing a gleam of sharpness.
He looked like a common, kind, and respectable old man, posing no threat to anyone.
But anyone who thought so would be a fool.
To remain undetected for so long in the hall, how could he be an ordinary person!
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
