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... The eldest disciple of the tea garden was already punched and sent flying, falling into the nearby tea field, continuously holding his face and wailing, saying things like "Master, I was wrong".
The other disciples were trembling in fear.
"Master... Master!" Xiao Die quickly bowed to the newcomer, her pretty face full of nervousness.
Ye Feng also looked at the person who just arrived.
This was an old man with white hair and beard. Although he was only about 1.5 m ...
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