C59 Ghost Hand Sun Qiuhe

Not long after, the airport exit became lively.

An old man with long silvery-white hair dressed in a Chinese tunic suit stood out among the crowd. He looked to be in his seventies, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit. His gait was also full of vigor.

If there was anything different about the old man then it was his left hand. It was deformed like an eagle's claw.

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