After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the utterly exhausted Su Luo saw the man walking in from outside.
No!
Rather than calling him a man, it would be more appropriate to call him an old man.
His hair and beard were all white, his face full of wrinkles, and he had to rely on a cane to barely manage not to fall.
Behind him followed two strangely dressed men.
The two were dressed identically, in transparent white garments, with a large hood at the back. There was not a single strap visible on these clothes.
Connected all over, no one could discern exactly how they were worn.
Wei Shu had already fainted, Su Luo sat up slightly, looking at the man with the cane, and after a while spoke: "Zeus?"
The old man laughed heartily, revealing a set of teeth surprisingly neat for his age, speaking in somewhat stiff Dayue language: "The Empress still remembers me!"
Of course, I remember.
But why have you become like this now?
When you left, you were still a handsome young man!
