บท 971: Spiritual

At dusk, Binhai City.

A taxi stopped slowly.

"Sir, do you need my help? You don't want to strain your back," the taxi driver asked with concern.

"Hehe, it's okay. It's not heavy, so I can still handle it. Thank you." A thin and handsome old man smiled and waved his hand as he took a small suitcase and got out from the taxi.

From his appearance, the old man was at least 80 years old, and he had a white beard. Although the pedestrians around him had already changed into their thin, single shirt, he still had an old-style cotton gown on like he was afraid of the cold, and he looked like he had just come out from a theatrical troupe. However, in stark contrast to his age and his old-fashioned dress, he paid the taxi fare through his mobile phone. It surprised the driver because many middle-aged people around 40 to 50 years old still only used cash payments.