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Arriving outside a private room, Xiao Yifeng saw two men with somber expressions standing guard. After giving Xiao Yifeng a glance, one of them opened the door and said, "Please!"
Xiao Yifeng stepped into the room, which was filled with an ancient charm. His eyes quickly took in the surroundings and he noticed a middle-aged man in a white robe sitting in front of a pear wood round table. The man had a square face and a solemn expression.
There was an authoritative air about him that didn't arise from anger but was imposing nonetheless. His presence was so restrained that even Xiao Yifeng found it difficult to sense his true strength.
A master, an absolute master!
Gazing upon the man, an instinctive sense of caution welled up inside Xiao Yifeng. His body immediately tensed, readying itself defensively.
"Mr. Xiao, please take a seat!"
The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yifeng, offering a faint smile as he spoke directly.
