At this time, he was in a hidden house in Los Angeles.

An old man sat cross-legged, with silver hair and hollow eyes, unable to tell the old man's actual age, but the wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines.

If Wen Qianhai saw this person, he would definitely be able to recognize him, because he was the master who gave Wen Qianhai the Pixiu bracelet.

In front of the old man was a wooden basin, which was filled with ......

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