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The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes as he recalled Fang Quan's past and all the things he had experienced since he had known him. He knew that Fang Quan was not a person who went back on his word, or he wouldn't have gotten help.

Since it was not Fang Fist, who could it be?

The white-haired old man retracted his gaze and looked at the Bodhisattva again