C548 Probing

It was near evening. The evening sun was setting, and the autumn waters reflected the red of the mountains.

The Northern Moon Caravan Residence.

"Young man, how old are you this year!"

In a quiet room, a green-haired old man sat there like a profound bell, and his entire body emitted an imposing manner that seemed as if he wouldn't collapse at all.

On the opposite side of the table