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In the vast garden, numerous black-clad bodyguards were stationed every three steps, and sentries posted every five, all in preparation for the possibility of an unexpected attack from He Fangtuo.
Having suffered consecutive defeats at the hands of He Fangtuo, the Du Family had grown thoroughly frightened of him, an intimidation not usually present without such a formidable array.
Within the garden, Du Dewei's second uncle, Du Sanjiang, stood inside a pavilion.
Clad in grey, with a tall and straight figure, Du Sanjiang's square face exuded an air of authority even without anger. He held a teacup in his hand, his face adorned with a faint smile.
Moreover, inside the pavilion sat another figure, dressed as a Taoist Priest, holding a horsetail whisk, with a young boy standing beside him—both possessing an aura of a transcendent being.
