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... s first appearance was nearing.

The screen lit up with Yian's birthday celebration.

The Shadow clan's estate, shrouded in mist, was the perfect backdrop for the quiet and cold event. The camera panned across the courtyard, revealing beautifully adorned tables set with food that none of the guests seemed eager to eat.

Servants stood by silently, their faces hidden beneath hoods, as the Shadow clan members watched each other warily, exchanging only the occasional glance.

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