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... thin and weak donkey, pulling a dilapidated donkey cart that seemed ready to fall apart at any moment, appeared in everyone’s view.
The so-called Second-Tier Array Master was dressed in coarse cloth patched all over, his old yellowish face filled with grooves and wrinkles, smiling innocently with a mouthful of sparse teeth. There was no trace of a celestial demeanor, more like an old farmer randomly picked from the fields.
On the dojo.
There were over a dozen cultivators ...
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