"It's him!"

In the inconspicuous corner of the auction hall, Fang Qiu saw a familiar face. It was an old man with a ruddy round face. He had white eyebrows and no beard. He looked hale and hearty, like a retired man who still exercised regularly.

Fang Qiu remembered clearly that he was the elderly guru he met when he came to the Chic Cloud Pavilion the last time to auction a Guru Sword off. This man didn't even know who He Gaoming was.

He ...