"Ah, the Indian fellow and the Korean?" Lao Jian asked, looking at the two with a hint of puzzlement.
The Indian was none other than Yoga King. His sturdy physique and bronze skin radiated a mystical sheen under the dim light. At that moment, his hands were pressed together in prayer, his fingers forming a Buddhist seal. A simple, honest smile hung on his face as he slowly nodded.
Yet, his eyes were extraordinarily vigilant. The inner force within him circulated quietly, putting his entire body on high alert and ready for action at a moment's notice.
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