"Isn't that, isn't that..."
"Yes, yes, it is him!"
"My goodness! Drunken Immortal Tower actually brought this elderly gentleman back? They really must have spared no expense!"
Listening to the shocked or amazed voices of the crowd, Lin Yuan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, looking at the white-haired elderly gentleman being carefully supported by a middle-aged man.
The elderly gentleman appeared to be ninety years old, with hair whiter than Lao Fan's.
However, unlike Lao Fan, this elderly gentleman did not have a beard, and there were obvious signs of recent shaving on his chin.
Not only that, the elderly gentleman seemed very spirited, and his clothes were very tidy and clean, he looked even more vigorous.
The previously seated Lao Fan and Jin Can, upon seeing this white-haired old man, uncharacteristically stood up.
This really surprised Lin Yuan; she knew Lao Fan's temperament—people always came to greet him, when did he ever go to greet someone else?
