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... immortals gather.
Everyone was waiting in front of the Heavenly Master’s Dojo for Song Lin to emerge.
Ka-ka-ka...
The heavy doors creaked out a sound as a figure slowly stepped out from the darkness.
The man appeared to be around twenty-five years old, his long hair tied with a red cord, his jet-black pupils resembling obsidian, occasionally flashing with pure Yang energy.
Seemingly ordinary, his presence felt akin to a dazzling sun upon the first glance. ...
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