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"That's me." The old man walked under the lamp. Murong Mingzhu saw that he was about the same age as Grand Preceptor Yang, and his right hand looked a little abnormal.

"It's been more than fifty years. So you still remember how your Yang Family flourished. However, it's a pity that this old one's life should not have ended like this. I did not die in that guesthouse, so for the rest of my life