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On the few jet-black wooden chairs placed beside the main seat in the hall, the middle seat was vacant, while on both sides were seated two middle-aged men in grey robes. One of them had somewhat graying hair, yet Liu Ming could not see this person's face clearly, no matter how hard he tried. The other was enshrouded in wisps of black aura, toying with a dusky jade stone in his hand.
Both men had unfathomable strengths, and Liu Ming guessed they must also be elders of Luoyou Peak but Elder Yan whom Liu Ming had met when he joined the sect years ago was not present.
After about half a cup of tea's time, a soft cough came from the back of the hall. All the disciples present stopped their conversations and looked towards the source of the sound.
In the next moment, a man in a black robe, slowly walked in from the back of the hall.
This man's face was half withered and half as rosy as a baby's, emitting a faintly visible chill all over his body.