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That face was truly old and extremely haggard. Even his messy beard and disheveled hair could not conceal the sinister scars on his face.

"Embroidery …"

The old beggar trembled as he called out.

Yun Jinxiu's gaze slightly congealed for a bit, and after a while, he coldly said: "Is there nowhere else to go?"

"Embroidery, I …" The old beggar's face turned pale but he couldn't retort