Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Chapter 812: A Visitor From the Past Life?

The afternoon in Dragon Beast City was peaceful. Beastmen came and went through the streets while guards at the city gates watched everyone entering and leaving.

No one noticed the old man slowly approaching from the distance.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of his crutch touching the ground echoed faintly across the road.

He looked incredibly old. His silver-white hair was tied into a loose braid hanging past his hips, and his long white beard was loosely woven into several smaller braids.

His face was covered in deep wrinkles, his body thin and frail. Barefoot, wearing old dust-covered clothes, he carried a loose cloth bag over his shoulder.

In his hand was a strange crutch made of twisted, dark bark from an ancient tree. He leant heavily against it, looking so weak that even a gentle breeze might knock him over.

At the city gate, a guard stepped forward and blocked his path. "Stop. Who are you, old man? No one enters without proper identification."

The old man simply stood there, his cloudy eyes looking towards the city.

Slowly, he reached into his cloth bag. The old man rummaged around before taking out a small object. The moment the guards saw it, their expressions shifted instantly.

"Ah... please, go ahead," the guard said, stepping aside.

The old man gave a faint smile. "Thank you."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

His back gradually disappeared into the city.

"Who was that?" the first guard asked.

"I don’t know."

"Then why let him pass?"

The guard lowered his voice, recalling the mysterious token. "Because of that. Don’t ask questions."

Meanwhile, the old man walked for a very long time through the vast city.

Some beastmen glanced at him curiously, while others ignored him. He simply kept moving until he finally stopped in front of a large, peaceful residence surrounded by a wooden fence.

He lifted his head and knocked on the gate. "Is there anyone here?"

Receiving no answer, he knocked again. "Is anyone here?"

"Who do you want to meet?" a deep voice called out from behind.

The old man turned to see Shi Feng standing there. Shi Feng swept his gaze over the visitor from head to toe.

The old man looked utterly frail, leaning on a wooden stick without a trace of a threatening aura or anything.

Shi Feng’s expression softened slightly. "Whom do you want to meet, old man?"

The old man coughed weakly before looking up. "Su Qinglan."

Shi Feng’s face hardened instantly, his eyes narrowing into a sharp glare. "How do you know her?"

The old man offered a faint, unbothered smile. "Can you call her for me? I have something important to tell her."

Shi Feng’s instincts screamed that something was wrong. How did a stranger know his Su Qinglan?

"Wait here," Shi Feng ordered coldly before turning towards the residence.

The old man smiled softly as he looked up at the sky, his cloudy eyes turning unusually deep.

"After all these years... she really did come here," he murmured, his fingers tightening around the ancient tree crutch. "And this time... I hope I’m not too late."

The moment Shi Feng told Su Qinglan that someone was waiting for her outside, she immediately walked out of the residence, her brow furrowed with curiosity.

Behind her followed several of her beast husbands. The moment they stepped past the courtyard gates and saw the unfamiliar, old man standing outside, the entire atmosphere shifted instantly.

The beastmen instinctively closed the distance, moving in to form a protective wall around Su Qinglan.

Shi Feng stepped directly onto her left, while Han Jue positioned himself on her right. The others remained half a step behind her, their sharp, unblinking eyes locked entirely on the stranger.

It was almost as though they were silently surrounding her in a tight formation.

No one was allowed to approach her. No one was allowed to look at her for too long. And certainly... no one was allowed to hurt her.

Even though the old man looked incredibly frail...his thin body hunched over a crooked wooden stick...none of them relaxed their guard for a single second.

Han Jue stood directly besides Su Qinglan, his gaze frigid as he stared the old man down. "Who are you?"

The old man didn’t answer the question. Instead, his cloudy eyes shifted past the towering beastmen to rest directly on Su Qinglan.

For a long moment, he simply stared at her in silence. Then, his wrinkled face slowly broke into a faint, mysterious smile.

"So..." His voice was raspy, old, and hoarse. "You are finally here."

Su Qinglan’s brows immediately furrowed tightly. She searched her memories, but she didn’t recognise him at all...not even slightly. "I don’t think I recognise you. How do you know my name?"

The old man chuckled softly. It was a strange, dry laugh. It wasn’t loud or booming, nor was it outwardly frightening, but somehow, it made the fine hairs on Su Qinglan’s arms stand straight up.

"I have been waiting for you for a very long time," he murmured.

Su Qinglan’s expression became distinctly colder. "Waiting for me?"

"Yes," the old man slowly nodded, his silver-braided beard moving gently. "Longer than you can possibly imagine."

He lifted his ancient, twisted bark crutch and tapped it lightly against the dirt road.

Tap.

"Long enough that even the seasons have changed countless times."

Tap.

"Long enough that the people I once knew have already become white bones beneath the earth."

Tap.

"And yet..." His cloudy eyes settled heavily on Su Qinglan once more. "You finally came."

Su Qinglan stared at him, a sudden discomfort settling in her chest. She didn’t know this man...she was absolutely certain of it.

Yet he spoke with a terrifying familiarity, as if he had been tracking her soul across centuries.

The old man’s gaze flicked casually towards the wall of fierce beastmen surrounding her.

"How about we talk alone?" His tone was surprisingly relaxed, almost conversational. "It would not be good if they listened to what I have to say."

Su Qinglan looked at him, her eyes narrowing. "Why?"