In fact, before coming here, Xu Zimei had some imaginations.
It should be an extraordinary temperament with a flowing beard.
Or perhaps extremely old, like a flickering candle.
But when he truly met the Old Longevity Man, he was filled with astonishment.
The elder in front of him, or rather, he doesn't resemble an elder at all.
He has a baby face, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy; no one would doubt him walking on the street.
He stands about one meter eighty tall.
At this moment, several burly men dressed in coarse linen clothing, holding machetes, were pulling at the collar of the Old Longevity Man.
The machete in their hands was almost against the Old Longevity Man's cheek, fearing a bit more force would pierce through his left face.
Yet, the Old Longevity Man wasn't afraid of these bandit-like threats.
Instead, he smiled and said, "If you could kill me, I would probably thank you for it."
"Is this old geezer crazy?"
Several bandits exchanged glances.
