“You are finally here?” The old man put down his glass and looked at him.
He was dressed in a ragged robe, his pale hair was messy, and his face was covered with wind and frost, and he looked disoriented and embarrassed.
But he was shining and full of energy.
If Brooke is here, she will surely recognize this as her master.
“This is what you want.” Gu Yunjing hands the memory of his hands to his hands: “You have always been willing to be locked in Futu Island?”
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