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... had such a lively gathering."
A low, hoarse voice echoed as a frail, emaciated figure slowly descended the stairs.
It was clear that the figure was an old man, incredibly aged, with withered skin, sunken eyes, and not a single hair left on his head. He leaned heavily on a cane, his frailty making him look as if he might collapse at any moment, yet his presence inexplicably instilled a sense of dread. His eyes, though ancient, glowed with a strange, sharp light.
"Zouken Ma ...
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