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... sphere was heavy, permeated by the imposing aura of the powerful cultivators who resided there. At the center of the Hall, five elders sat on their seats. At the top, on a throne slightly higher than the others, sat Hu Sijin, the family matriarch. Her posture was straight, her face impassive, almost cold, as if carved from jade. Her piercing gaze swept over the younger generation kneeling before her, silently assessing their potential.
The younger generation of the family knelt in a reve ...
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