"Oh, is that so? And what about the others?"
The man spoke with a low chuckle, his tone laced with a hint of disdain.
No sooner had his voice faded than several figures descended from the surrounding walls. Their movements were accompanied by the rhythmic jingling of bells—a sound that was crisp and melodic in the dark, silent depths of the night. Yet, to those who heard it, it sounded like a death knell. A man in green robes stood there, his hand gripping a folding fan, his robes fluttering in the wind. His face was refined and handsome, resembling a carefree, dashing youth.
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