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... rrifying speed.
The frigid wind howled, whistling sharply.
On the Black Hawk’s head stood two middle-aged men in green robes, along with three young men of varying appearances, making a total of five people.
"Sirs, where are you taking us?"
Big Black Cat glanced at the mountains and rivers beneath his feet, asking with deliberate nonchalance.
"You three young fellows, no need to rush!" the square-faced man grinned meaningfully and said, "Once we arrive, yo ...
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