C415 Why Are You Looking for Me

In a run-down tavern, Bu Tiansheng sat there lazily, holding a glass of turbid wine in his hand as he slowly drank it, as if it was delicious wine.

The curtains of the tavern were pushed open. A gust of cold wind blew in. The people inside shrank their necks and cursed a few words.

They saw an old man with a hunched back and a wooden staff in his hand