Not an very Old Shaman
Sherrrr.
The sound of tea pouring out of the teapot filled the teacups on the table beside the Crown Prince's seat. Casually, LuoXiang lifted the cup that was already half full of his favorite tea and blew it gently until the hot smoke disappeared, then slowly took a sip.
His guest that afternoon, a hunchback old man, so skinny, as if with only left skin wrapped in his bones, stands with the help of a long wooden stick taller than his body. His eyes had turned to all white due to an old disease he suffered, causing the old man to be unable to see clearly. His eyesight might fade due to old age. If LuoXiang wasn't mistaken, from old man FuYa's explanation, the old man in front of him seventy years ago was around thirty-five years old, since he is still alive today, imagine how old he is.