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The sky was devoid of stars, and the moonlight was hidden.
On a desolate mountain in the Southern Regions, there stood a dilapidated ornate building, marked with traces of the Great Dao of Years. On this dark, windy night, the mountain winds blew with a faint wail.
Crack.
Someone's foot stepped on a fallen twig, making a crisp crack. Several people appeared in front of the ornate building, gazing at it for a moment before entering it.
There were five people in total. The most conspicuous of them was a burly man, sturdy like an iron tower. His thin shirt wasn't enough to cover up his chiseled muscles that seemed to have been carved by a knife or a hatchet. His face looked equally strong and rugged like a rock.
The person at the front of the group was an old man in plain clothes. He had wrinkled skin and a weathered face.
The old man's hands were resting on the shoulders of a child. This child seemed simple-minded and robust, but his face had a similarly dull complexion.
Behind them stood a short, stocky middle-aged man and a youth who was tall and slender like bamboo.
The group pushed open the building's entrance doors, revealing a large messy hall with cobwebs and dust everywhere.
"Is anyone here?" the leader of the group, the old man, called out.
After a moment, a man responded from deep within the hall, "Well, who do we...
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