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Less than half a moment later, the sound of howling arose outside the great hall, and three figures entered side by side.
The one in front was seated in a wheelchair, the white-haired youth who had earlier reported the status of their tasks, Master Yan. Beside the youth was a short-statured old man with grizzled hair, spirited and ruddy-faced, with piercing tiger eyes suggesting a forthright nature.
Next to the old man was a young woman in her prime, dressed in a white gown, her hair cascading like a waterfall, and her figure graceful and alluring, sparking one's imagination. It's just a pity that her face was covered with a white veil, preventing any glimpse of her true features.
"City Lord, you've returned so quickly this time? May I ask why you've summoned us here? Is there any instruction?" the white-haired youth in the wheelchair glanced at Shen Luo beside him before speaking first.
