Everyone turned their heads towards the entrance.

A medium-built old Taoist walked in from outside. He wore a dirty Taoist robe, his face covered in dust, and a wine gourd hung from his waist. The most striking feature was his eyebrows, each at least ten centimeters long.

It was him!

Ye Qiu recognized him immediately. This old Taoist was the one he had accidentally knocked over on his way to Jiangzhe.