“I did not think that the famous Mountain Water Old Man would set up a stall at the streets like a stall hawker.”0

Ye Qing stood in front of an art stall and said to a decrepit-looking old man, smiling.0

Indeed, Old Yan was none other than Mountain Water Old Man, and Mountain Water Old Man was the painter, Old Yan.0

“This old man has never met you either, warrior.”0

Old Yan, or more accurately Mountain Water Old Man, slowly got to his feet. He still looked thin, small, and old after he rose to full height, but his aura was imposing, powerful, and scary.0

Right here and now, he was no longer Old Yan. He was Mountain Water Old Man, master of the Mountain Water Art City.0

“I’ve just arrived at Void Stomach City. It’s only natural that you didn’t know me.” Ye Qing saluted...0