Su Mo listened for a long time and found it difficult to restore the person's appearance.
On the contrary, the old beggar next to him, while listening, frowned and finally used a branch to write and draw on the ground.
In a moment, a face appeared vividly.
He asked:
"Does it look like this?"
Ying Wufeng glanced back, somewhat surprised, and then said:
"The eyes should be bigger, and with some beard on the face, it should be about right..."
Su Mo casually glanced at it, but frowned slightly:
"Is this the person?"
"Yes."
Ying Wufeng nodded:
"Quite similar."
Su Mo looked up at the old beggar:
"Do you recognize this person?"
"From his description, I feel somewhat familiar. This person happens to be the one beside Guiniang."
The old beggar smiled slightly:
"He looks dignified, seems to have a chivalrous spirit.
"Well... I must say, his eyes are somewhat similar to yours."
