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Behind her were three women of impressive appearance, each holding a different traditional Japanese musical instrument.
Ida Chapman had always been confident in her own looks, but the lady in front of her, Fujiwara Leah, despite her coldness, exuded an aura of nobility and beauty, embodying the temperament of someone accustomed to high positions.
Ida Chapman couldn't sit still; she stood up with a smile, "Welcome, Clan Leader Fujiwara of the Phantom Shinobi Sect. It is indeed a great fortune for me to meet you here."
Fujiwara Leah's brows knit slightly at the disorder around her, a look of undisguised disgust flashed in her eyes as she gave Ida Chapman a cold glance. The black butterfly mask added a hint of mystery to her bold attire and seductive demeanor. Truly, a woman of many charms—probably no man could resist kneeling before her.
"There's no need for your welcome. I come and go as I please," she said with a cold, indifferent arrogance.
