The old man wore a gray Tang suit and had short, stiff mustaches. He squinted slightly, his deep, dark eyes shining with wisdom and authority.
He was tall, looking about 1.9 meters, approximately in his fifties or sixties. His long black hair was without a trace of disarray, and his delicate skin showed no signs of aging.
The old man's status and position were evidently extraordinary. From time to time, prominent figures greeted him politely, to which he only nodded slightly, somewhat perfunctory, yet no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.
"Interesting."
Seeing the old man appear, Lin Feng, besides being surprised, also showed a trace of amusement in his eyes.
Coming to Shangjing, Lin Feng had a premonition he might encounter him, but he didn't expect it to be today.
Though they had never met, Lin Feng was not unfamiliar with this person.
Yang Qingtian, the Patriarch of the Yang Race and the chairman of the Yang Group, Yang Qing's father.
