In the end, the old scholar Ji Yueyi was half-pushed, half-pulled to the side hall.
And in the main hall, only the gray-robed old man remained, lying back on the Taishi chair, puffing on a dry tobacco pipe, waiting.
Watching the light rain drifting in the small courtyard, it had a unique charm.
The weather in Empty Ancient City was sunny.
But for some reason, in this small courtyard, it was a constant drizzle.
Cre - ak ——
The worn back door was pushed open, a young man in a black robe entered with one hand in his pocket, and the other pushing the door.
After entering the room, the young man closed the back door with a reverse motion, came to the main hall from the side corridor, casually pulled a bench to sit across from the gray-robed old man, took out his left hand from his pocket, and successively laid out ten bags of Golden Essence Copper Coins on the ground before him.
