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BAAAM!
Before they could continue speaking, the formation Yoomyung had placed suddenly shattered as a powerful strike blew the door open. A figure entered the room amidst the smoke, followed by three smaller figures.
"Who dares...?!" Yoomyung roared, standing up in fury. "I am in a very serious meeting with an old friend!"
The smoke cleared, revealing a slightly younger old man with black and gray hair, sharp red eyes, and a cocky smirk. His beard was as sharp as a blade, and his eyebrows matched, giving him a distinctly sinister appearance.
He wore the same robes as Yoomyung, marking him as a member of the White Mist Sect—yet his Aura was far stronger, overwhelming the room with pressure.
"First Elder Fang Sheng?!" Yoomyung exclaimed. "The Sect Master said there must be no animosity between Elders! How could you do this?! Are you courting death, you fool?!"
