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Above the desolate Azure Sky, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man stood with his hands hanging by his sides.
His hair was meticulously combed, exhibiting a mixture of dark and white, while he wore a thick fur cloak that was also a patchwork of black and white.
His back was ramrod straight, his gaze tranquil as still water.
Only when he took a step did his figure blur with a terrifying speed that spanned thousands of rivers and mountains, hinting at a trace of a pursuit for vengeance.
The Frost Tiger Clan, second only to the Dragon Palace among the Western Hong's top forces.
Their Family Head was naturally a renowned figure across the vast expanse of land and water.
There were very few things that could fluster An Tingfeng, and that included the matter at hand.
Even though the situation was indeed very strange.
