Weimo raised an eyebrow. Was this man actually Lord Mi?
Her gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the elder. He was dressed in a snow-white, wide-sleeved robe, with a crudely carved jade gourd hanging from his waist. The joints of his right thumb were thick, and his thumb web was covered in heavy, hardened calluses. With his white hair and beard, and his elegant bearing, he even carried a hint of the arrogance one would expect from Lord Mi.
Yet, she knew at a glance that he was a fraud.
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