Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,A man who resembled him, an old man with chicken skin and hair like a crane's feathers, appeared again.,If this world allowed for cultivation and ascension, his "great achievement late in life" fate wouldn't be a useless thing, but a priceless treasure.。