This was a face Gu Jiao would recognize even if it turned to ashes.
A contour that could not be altered by youth, old age, health, or disease.
The phrase "the odd changes, the even remains the same" that Gu Jiao was about to blurt out instantly got stuck in her throat.
She stared at him blankly before finally calling out tentatively, "Godfather?"
The National Master lifted a pair of eyes full of divine luminescence from the shadows, looking at Gu Jiao with a faint confusion.
Gu Jiao's stiff shoulders slightly drooped, her gaze different.
But really... it was too similar.
If one day the godfather became old, he should look like this.
The National Master asked with composure, "Young Master, what is your honorable surname, and what do you seek?"
The godfather would not call him Young Master, nor would he speak with such a calm tone.
So it really was just a person who looked exactly the same.
