At this moment, the most powerful man in the region stood with his hands behind his back atop an island.
He stood five feet tall, yet his physique was extremely robust. His face was sinister like a vulture's, his forehead smooth and hairless, while the hair at the back of his head was braided into a long queue that draped down to his waist. He wore a loose-fitting robe, with a samurai sword holstered at his waist.
The man radiated a powerful aura, carrying a natural sense of dignity that commanded awe without anger. Beside Miyanaga Taku stood a group of Chiyang Sect elites, almost all of them dressed in the exact same attire.
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