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The Figure Behind the Mask – Part II
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
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The silence was tense, heavy as storm clouds gathering before the deluge. However, before ten breaths had passed, a trembling voice broke the silence like a stone thrown into still water.

"He... he..." Priest Lei Yunfeng from Mount Xuandu stepped forward with a pale face, his voice trembling with shock. His usually steady hands shook as he pointed toward the revealed features, his ceremonial robes rustling with his nervous movements.

"Who is he? Do you know him?" interrupted Mrs. Yunfeng, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. Her silk dress, embroidered with golden phoenixes, seemed to shimmer in the morning light as she leaned forward, desperate for answers.

The grandees of the martial world, who had previously fled in exhaustion, now stood with trembling bodies. Their ornate weapons hung forgotten at their sides, forgotten in the face of this earth-shattering revelation.

They appeared when the battle had ended, carrying a great curiosity towards the figure that had shaken two continents
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