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... with quiet deference, their presence subdued yet weighted with unspoken authority. At center stood a female cultivator who commanded silent respect from the two men flanking her.
She wore a plain hemp robe, her head wrapped in a black mourning cloth, as though she had just stepped away from a funeral. Her beauty was striking—delicate as an ink painting, with softly arched brows, wide innocent eyes, and lips the color of dark wine. Her skin was pale as moonlight, her features flawless, ye ...
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