My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 479

Chapter 479 

“Damn it, old man… Slow down!” 

Nash grumbled. 

The old man did not seem to hear him and continued walking ahead.. 

Finally, after a long while, the old man finally stopped in front of a tree that did not have any leaves hanging from its branches. 

He plucked a piece of Ganoderma Lucidum from the bark and chewed on it for a while before. tossing it into his basket. 

Nash took advantage of the break his master had taken from walking to speed up. Clouds of yellow-colored soil had already formed behind him. 

Despite that, the distance between himself and his master did not change. 

Nash paused to catch his breath, and he muttered to himself, “Am… Am I in a dream?” 

The old man turned around slowly. His face was not a familiar one. 

An odd look appeared on Nash’s face. “Who are you?” 

The old man grinned. “I’ll tell you once you catch me!” 

Then, the old man vanished into thin air once more. 

Nash was speechless. 

How was he supposed to catch the man? 

He had not even managed to catch up to him when he was walking so slowly. 

Now, he had vanished into thin air. 

His master had already passed on. 

That damn old man. 

Nash grumbled to himself as he continued plodding forth. 

He noticed a row of footprints when he arrived at the tree. 

The old man had not teleported. 

Instead, he had been traveling at an astonishingly fast speed. 

A solemn look immediately appeared on Nash’s face. If he met someone like that in real life, he would not even stand a fighting chance. 

He followed the footsteps and ran as quickly as he could. 

Wave upon wave of true energy washed over him. 

He had no idea how long he ran for. 

Nash ran from when the sun set and rose. 

He ran across deserts and plains. 

He ran as the seasons changed from the cruel summer to the forever winter. 

He aged from being a handsome young man to a middle-aged man. 

No one knew how much time had actually passed, but Nash looked like a man from the mountains now. 

His hair had grown out, and his beard reached his chest. 

His shirt and pants had vanished sometime during his journey. 

All he wore now was a pair of underpants. 

At the edge of a cliff, Nash finally caught up with the old man. 

The man had changed outfits. 

Now, he wore white robes that gave him an ethereal-looking air. 

His white hair fluttered in the breeze, and the light shining upon him made him look like a fallen angel from the heavens. 

The old man was standing with his hands behind his back. 

He gazed at the sprawling lands beyond the mountains. 

Nash paused. “Who on earth are you?” 

That man was not his master. 

Yet, his voice sounded exactly like his master’s voice. 

“Who am I…” 

The old man closed his eyes. 

He seemed exhausted, as if the weight of the entire universe were on his shoulders. 

“I don’t know who I am either! 

“Some call me the Divine Farmer!