Sensing the commotion outside the hall, Long Shang put away his anger and strode to the entrance, where four imposing figures stood.
All four were dressed in immaculate white robes, with towering physiques and an ethereal immortal aura that inspired instinctive awe and kept people at a distance.
At the head of the group stood a man in white with flowing long hair. He appeared to be the youngest of them all, yet the glances the others cast toward him were filled with profound respect—or, more accurately, terror.
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