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With Guan Qianyan's words settling down, several carriages opened in succession, with more than a dozen disciples dressed in blue disembarking first. The first carriage was casually pushed open from the inside, and the man stepped down, while unfolding and draping a lavish cloak over his shoulders, a sword like greenwood in his hand.
His gaze was already drifting casually over to the teahouse, but it seemed as though he saw nothing at all, his actions still engaged in conversation with a young boy inside the carriage.
The second carriage then slowly opened its doors after the disciples had lined up in two rows, and a tall, slender woman descended. She wore light pink peach silk and deep, moisturized green skirts, subtly decorated with golden designs. Her hair was elegantly coiffed, and a thin, delicate sword rested in her sleeve, as she moved with the grace of an elegant peacock meandering through a peach grove.
