Before Song Shiye could run up, the old man had already turned around leisurely, still maintaining the pose of his left hand behind his back and his right hand pointing to the sky.
Sang Ning: "…"
Was it just her imagination? Why did she feel like this old man turned specifically to look at her, locking his gaze directly onto her?
Song Shiye was caught off guard and startled, immediately stopping in his tracks.
[Holy crap, this is terrifying! What kind of nonsense is this old man pulling? It's the first time I've seen someone whose beard is so lush that you can't even make out their face apart from the eyes and nose.]
[What is he up to? His eyes are bulging like copper bells—he looks like he's about to deliver a dramatic performance any second now.]
[An old man suddenly popping up in the mountains for no apparent reason is honestly creepy. Could he be one of the mysterious guests invited by the production team?]