"Brother Chen!"
"Brother Chen, you're here!"
"Brother Chen, someone came earlier looking for you."
As soon as Chen Fan stepped into the Martial Arts Association, the voices started rising one after another.
"Someone is looking for me?"
Chen Fan raised his eyebrows, his face showing a hint of confusion.
There were still a few hours until the Beast Tide erupted. He planned to return to the association to find a Cultivation Room and continue absorbing the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.
But someone was looking for him?
Who could it be at this critical moment?
"Yes, Brother Chen. An old man came, quite elderly, with a head full of white hair."
"Though he's got a head full of white hair, he looks very spirited, with pretty good skin."
"Yes, yes, wearing a set of gray cloth garments."
"Head full of white hair? Gray cloth garments?" The more Chen Fan listened, the more puzzled he became.
He couldn't recall ever knowing such a person.
