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Watching the brain-dead girls of Huaxia fawning over him with adoration, Miyamon Kai maintained an unflustered expression, yet deep inside, he felt a surge of pleasure, as if thinking, "Riding on the spring breeze with hastened hoofbeats, I have seen all the flowers of Chang'an in but a single day."
Suddenly!
His pupils narrowed slightly as he locked his gaze firmly on a silhouette in the distance.
"Wang Hao, you finally deigned to show yourself!"
Upon hearing of Wang Hao's arrival, everyone's gaze swiftly turned toward him in unison.
Wang Hao spread his arms wide, executing a graceful 'White Crane Spreading Wings' maneuver, soaring toward the center of the lake. He came to rest atop a patch of green lotus leaves about twenty meters away from Miyamon Kai.
"Miyamon Kai, last century, your master was buried in defeat in Huaxia. Today, you will meet the same fate!"
