Land of Finale, Doveston.
A young man, clad in a cloak of dark gold, sauntered down the street with an air of nonchalance.
Every scholar who saw this young man revealed a trace of astonishment and subsequently kept their distance.
Behind the young man, eight cultivators similarly garbed in black robes followed closely. These eight individuals stood tall and straight, each akin to a drawn sharp sword.
His presence was so sharp and intimidating that it made people afraid to look directly at him. The individuals behind were eight Immortal Realm experts.
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