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... s like a little ant.
This is an old man, wearing cloth clothes, and the clothes on his body are old and worn out.
The old man is short in stature, and his back is a bit stooped due to his age.
The old man’s left hand is an empty sleeve with no arm.
The right hand is still there, holding a brush with wet ink on it.
“No hostility.” Zhou An thought to himself.
"oh oh."
Besides, the guilds are different, it is one of the oldest uncanny.
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