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On the deck, Jiang Hao sat in a chair, pouring himself a cup of tea.
Storyteller Duanmu Wuji stood aside with his daughter.
They didn't know what had happened.
They had no clue who the person before them was.
But they understood, they should not look at the person before them, for just a glance nearly robbed them of their senses.
This woman was terrifyingly extreme.
Whether a woman or a man, seeing her seemed as though one would be ensnared.
Unable to extricate oneself.
If it weren't for the strong individual before them blocking out most of her aura, perhaps, they would have already fallen.
But evidently the dogs were chasing after her, forcing her to flee for her life.
Of course, before that dog, they were nothing at all.
Thus, they could only lower their heads, eyes should not see, and ears should not hear, because either could lead to entrapment.
