"Master Feng, who is this?" The man beside him showed a puzzled expression, sizing up Lin Mo and finding nothing particularly remarkable about him.
"This is the friend I was talking about, the one I was waiting for," Master Feng spoke.
The young man shrugged his shoulders, somewhat curious. After all, Master Feng looked almost seventy years old, while Lin Mo appeared to be only about seventeen or eighteen. Could they really be friends?
"Alright, my dad is waiting for us. Let's go back," another woman with a frown said.
The woman was tall, dressed in a sleeveless top and shorts, exposing her fair skin. She was quite pretty, but she exuded an aura of unapproachability.
"Okay." The young man nodded and then walked shoulder to shoulder with the woman towards the front.
Master Feng walked alongside Lin Mo, whom he asked about his circumstances.
