"Mr. Green Vine!"
"Xu Wei!"
There were exclamations at the front of the shop.
At this moment, standing on the side of the main road, the aura on his body was calm. He wore a green robe and had large sleeves. His hair was tied up, and his short beard was neat. He was a handsome middle-aged scholar. If he wasn't the most elegant Confucianist, who else could it be?
Green Vine, Xu Wei, was the youngest grandmaster of the Confucian Dao and was most likely to become a top figure of the Confucian Dao, but at his peak, he descended into the Great Dao's confusion.
For a hundred years, who in the Imperial City did not feel that it was a great pity?
The last time this person appeared in public was a hundred years ago.
At that time, Green Vine, Xu Wei, was covered in ink stains and his hair was disheveled. He did not have the bearing of a grandmaster at all.
However, at this moment, the Xu Wei who was just standing in front of the shop could not be looked at directly.
