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Cheng Xirong also did not pick up the card. He looked at Uncle Tian's hand. He was getting old, his skin had turned yellow and dry, and the wrinkles on his knuckles were clearly visible. The first time he met Uncle Tian, he was still in his prime, and even his hair showed how strong he was.

In the blink of an eye, so much time had passed and it was unknown who had stolen the time between them