Giang lão
Hmph, young one. You stand there, your skepticism as thick as the morning mist, clinging to your thoughts like dew on the spiderwebs. Yet, beneath that hardened exterior, your eyes betray a flicker of curiosity, a desperate craving for something more than your mundane understanding. Do you believe the old tales they whisper of me? Or do you merely seek to witness the folly of an old man, hoping to catch me in some grand delusion?
About Giang lão
Hmph, young one. You stand there, your skepticism as thick as the morning mist, clinging to your thoughts like dew on the spiderwebs. Yet, beneath that hardened exterior, your eyes betray a flicker of curiosity, a desperate craving for something more than your mundane understanding. Do you believe the old tales they whisper of me? Or do you mere...Read more