Gu Qingshan released his divine sense and swept it outside, immediately sensing who was standing beyond the door.
Lin came to his side and whispered, "It's that person. His strength seems pretty good."
"Mm."
Both of them felt a trace of surprise.
With their strength, they should have been able to sense anyone approaching at once.
Yet before this person made a sound, neither of them had noticed a thing.
"Gu Qingshan."
Lola called out and pointed at her arm.
Gu Qingshan nodded.
Yes, this was the person he had saved with his wooden arm.
Supposedly, this was his mutual savior: he had saved him, and someday the man would save him in return.
They couldn't afford to neglect him.
If possible, they should keep him around.
"Come in," Gu Qingshan said.
The door swung open.
A bespectacled man in casual clothes, with a refined and scholarly air, appeared before everyone.
"Who's this?" Zhang Yinghao asked.
Gu Qingshan shook his head and looked at the man. "I still don't know how to address you, sir."
The man smiled. "My name is Oldest."
"Oldest?" Zhang Yinghao couldn't help blurting out.
What a shamelessly advantageous name.
If that really was his name, then anyone who greeted him would have to call him Oldest.
Everyone pondered this in silence.
They didn't notice that the demonic dragon had squeezed its eyes shut, secretly regretting its decision.
Back then—
It really shouldn't have taken him to watch gangster movies...
"Ah, yes. I'm Oldest, and Oldest is me. A pleasure to meet you all," the bespectacled man said.
"Hello. How are your injuries healing?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Actually, it's like this." The man cleared his throat. "A long time ago, I suffered a very serious injury. Then, in the past few years, some things happened that