The man looked as ordinary as could be, dressed in a tattered, patched old garment and sporting a dark complexion—he was the spitting image of a country bumpoke.
Yet, despite his appearance, the aura he exuded was not a whit weaker than that of Chen Tielin!
"Who is this kid? A friend of yours?" Immortal in the Painting asked in astonishment, speaking inside Su Lin's mind.
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