At the entrance of the lobby, three people slowly walked in.
Leading the group was an old man in a black robe, walking with a stumbling gait. His black robe covered his feet completely, and the way he moved might lead a stranger to think he was slithering rather than walking. Yet, no matter how slowly the old man moved, no one dared to dismiss him as a man on the brink of death. Following him were two teenagers, a boy and a girl, around seventeen or eighteen years old. The boy wore a blue robe and the girl a red one—attire entirely out of step with modern youth.
As the trio entered, everyone felt a sudden, crushing pressure permeate the air. The source of this pressure was the mysterious old man in the black robe. The terror gripping everyone in the hall was also due to him. Although the old man looked like any ordinary senior—even frailer than his peers—the cold, malevolent aura radiating from him made everyone who saw him gasp.
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