The man had a face weathered by sun and wind, his skin like well-worn leather. He wore the same straw sandals as the person who had just left, likely bought from the same stall. His pant legs were tied up, exposing half of his calves, and all he lacked was a straw hat to complete the typical attire of a water man.
However, he had a worn leather-sheathed sword hanging at his waist, and his shoulders and neck were not those of someone bent from years of labor, but rather looked relaxed and upright.
Chou Qianshui looked at him for a moment, then slowly raised his hands in a fist salute, "Master He, it's been a long time."
