Li Xian wasn't in uniform. He wore a white shirt and gray trousers.
On his feet was a pair of common yellow rubber-soled shoes.
He was on the leaner side. Lost in a crowd, you would probably never guess who he was.
At first glance, he looked like an ordinary man.
At Li Xian's age, compared to younger men like Wu Sheng whose auras were still palpable, he had long since learned to rein in his presence at will.
Usually, he just seemed like an ordinary old man, but anyone who dared to underestimate him would have to be blind.
Of course, most people wouldn't dare to look down on him anyway.
"You must be Su Li?"
Li Xian opened the door. His eyes, not the least bit clouded but sharp and wise, as if they could see through anything, glanced at Su Li as he asked in a gentle voice.
Su Li stared blankly. "Yes."
Li Xian turned to close the door, then looked up and walked toward Su Li. "He's not here?"
He was asking about Wu Sheng.
"He went to get food." Su Li was still a bit stunned.
