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"...a total of five people."
Xu Xiangyang used his teeth to pick off the last bits of meat from the bone, tossing it aside casually, as his gaze swept across the faces of the group.
Three men and two women, the oldest appearing to be in their fifties or sixties, the youngest just in their twenties, and one whose specific age was indiscernible, the only foreigner among them:
His hair was fine and curly, his stature short, his nose flat and his lips thick. His dark skin featured the characteristics of a South Asian.
He seemed quite old, yet he had no beard and his wrinkles weren't pronounced. Ever since he appeared he had never opened his eyes, making one wonder if he was blind.
He was wearing a yellow sports tee, now dirty from walking the rainy mountain roads, and because he kept his eyes closed, he needed others to assist him in walking.
