An old man descended the stairs.
He was a stooped, diminutive figure, barely half the size of Kang Tae-san. The old man looked up, his eyes weary.
“So, you’re still breathing, Kang Tae-san.”
“Looks like you’ve lost a few more teeth, Mo Jin-hwan.”
“You’re the unnatural one,” the old man called Mo Jin-hwan grumbled. “Still making a fuss at over a hundred years old.”
He was almost completely toothless, with only a few lonely stumps remaining.
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