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And could he live to see that day?
The old man slowly lowered his head, then gently pulled a torn secret manual from his bosom. His aged fingers caressed the cover, and his murky eyes became increasingly bright. A thirst and excitement shone through them, mingled with unease and anxiety. "The secret technique that the Magical Golem Sect started offering a reward for finding a year and a half ago, there's an eighty percent chance it's our Southern Crane Fist's Qi Concealment Method..."
"It's just that I don't know if the reward and promises from a year and a half ago are still valid. What a pity, if only we had known earlier, even just six months earlier. The Southern Crane Fist wouldn't have fallen to this half-ruined state, forced to leave our homeland and seek refuge in a foreign land..."
The old man's thoughts churned in his mind, his expression full of contemplation and complexity.
