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As the owner of Zhenru Inn had said, after about a ten-minute walk on the mountain path and rounding a small bamboo grove, a grave on a sloping hillside came into view.
At the white grave head, three people were standing, two men and one woman. The woman appeared younger, looking of an age with you all; while the men were middle-aged—one wearing a neat suit and glasses, looking scholarly; the other exuded strength, with explosive muscles filling out his robust frame.
Seeing your group of eight approaching, all three turned around simultaneously.
"You're here."
The first to speak was the younger woman who, to the average person, would be considered a delicately featured beauty. However, when compared to Zhao'er and the other two girls, she immediately appeared inferior.
You did not rashly respond, as the other party's manner had already prompted you to halt your steps. The two parties stood in opposition about seven or eight meters apart.
