Chu Miao looked towards the pedestal in astonishment upon seeing the old man appear out of thin air. She wondered whether there was another room down below the pedestal.
Her eyes moved from his feet wearing sheepskin boots that looked like they had been designed for the winter season.
Moving upwards, was a white robe tightened on the waist by a black belt made of a material similar to the silk piece of cloth that had been covering the scroll.
She knew that the material must have been the same and it was definitely not ordinary silk. Otherwise, that piece of cloth wouldn't be intact even after thousands of years without rotting away.
Her eyes moved further upwards and examined the beard that ended at the chest. It was almost impossible to see an old man with such a long beard nowadays.
Then looking up at his face, even though he was calling an old man, it was only because of his dressing style and white hair and beard.
