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... front of everyone, the thick brocade hanging at the entrance of the golden tent undulated like waves. Then, accompanied by silent footsteps, a person slowly walked out from inside.
He couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath, gripping his longsword tightly, his feelings of panic reaching an extreme, leaving his mind blank except for one thought that kept circling.
Who could be the one able to charge through thousands of troops to get here?
What did they look like?
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