Three Hundred and Fifty-Seven. Intermission: Meeting (End)

Who is it?

Frankly speaking, at the first moment, none of them recognized who this old man was. His beard and hair are all white, and the weather of old age has covered this man's face, except for his eyes that are still sharp. A quiet power appeared in it, making his old age look so ridiculous.

"Leon...?" Leman Russ was almost at a loss for words.

The old lion nodded slowly as he entered the room and tore off his body

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