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A man in a blue robe, with a long spear on his back and a Taoist Sword on his waist, had a handsome face.
Simply standing in the Vault of Heaven, he appeared like a majestic sun that commanded respect from all directions, both heaven and earth.
There was also a woman in a black dress, beautiful and pretty, with a five-layer Little Tower accessory hanging at her waist, her eyes lively as they watched the young man beside her.
A gentle breeze fluttered the two people's robes, billowing dramatically, as if they were a couple of immortals.
Su Yao let her gaze fall, carefully observing the black-robed youth below her, a hint of doubt gradually appearing in her eyes.
"Hui, this Martial Arts Institute's director doesn't seem remarkable, yet he actually survived your palm strike."
"Indeed, he survived my palm strike."
Liang Hui nodded. Although there were many reasons, Du Shi truly achieved what the Primordial Yang Sect Master and others did not.
