Ten minutes later.
From afar, a middle-aged man wearing a slate-gray changshan, twirling sandalwood prayer beads in his hand, stepped into the shopping mall.
The man appeared to be in his late forties, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and refined features. Though time had left a few faint traces at the corners of his eyes, the aura he projected from within was impossible to ignore.
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