The old man didn't speak at first, instead, he opened his eyes again and looked toward Chen Yang.
After examining Chen Yang from head to toe, the old man spoke mysteriously, "Anyone who can see what I need, I'll sell my items to them."
The old man's words were clouded in fog, and Chen Yang didn't immediately grasp their meaning.
But upon careful reflection, it seemed to resonate with something, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Chen Yang was puzzled and increasingly felt that this old man was not ordinary.
He rose and stood up to closely observe the elder.
The elder gave a slight smile, shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes again, saying no more.
Seeing this, Chen Yang's dissatisfaction grew; he wanted to understand what the old man truly needed.
And what was he selling?
Chen Yang stood beside him for an entire morning.
For a while, he seemed as stupefied as the old man, frozen in place.
The old man sat still, while he stood still observing the elder.
