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... ws and unsheathed swords.
The usually orderly courtyard was now completely blocked by a group of cultivators wearing crimson Daoist robes.
The leader, with high cheekbones and upturned eyes, was a senior steward from the Vessel Hall, surnamed Zhang.
Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face, a trusted subordinate of the acting manager of the External Affairs Hall, Steward Liu.
"Wang Ming!" Steward Zhang held a thick ledger in his h ...
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