C195 The Land of the Harp
Faang Wei turned around to see a strange old man. The right half of his face was old to the point where it was impossible to tell his age, with layers of dense wrinkles and aged to the extreme. The left half of his face was like an infant's, his skin was fresh and tender, and his lips were red and toothed white.
A light flashed in his left eye and the filth on his right eye