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His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,“This is the mainstream cultivation method of our school. It’s pretty good once you get used to it. By the way, last time I was here, I caught you with your handyman complaining about going back home. Have you hired any new people recently”,In the next instant, a blurry black shape flashed before his eyes.。

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