Whoosh!
As if a gust of wind had passed, a burly middle-aged man dressed in a fiery red robe blocked the path of Yang Xue and the two women with her.
The burly man had a face full of thick, wiry whiskers, and his gray-white hair fluttered in the wind like flickering, rising flames. He possessed a pair of tiger-like brows that carried an air of natural authority even without a hint of anger. Beneath those brows, his eyes gazed calmly at the three women before him, as if they were of no consequence to him at all.
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