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Chen Lin Village, outside the Southeast Gate.
Several neatly uniformed guards stood posted beneath the gatehouse, backs straight, gazes calmly fixed on the road not far away.
The two at the head were a Soul Sage and a Soul Emperor.
And on the road, two people stood quietly.
One was a man who appeared to be in his fifties. His features were still handsome, his white robes whiter than snow, his figure tall and slender. His whole body gave off a cold, aloof air that kept others a thousand miles away, like unmelted snow atop a high mountain.
It was precisely this excessively clear, almost Icebound aura that covered his natural elegance with a shell that made him hard to approach.
Standing beside him was a woman who looked to be in her forties. Her appearance was sixty to seventy percent similar to the man's, her brows and eyes sharing the same bone structure, and her temperament also leaned cold and detached.
She was the man's younger sister, Si Baining.
And the man was White Emperor Si Baining, a peak level-89 Soul Douluo.
The two merely stood there in silence, as if waiting, and yet as if appraising this simple, ancient village that faintly exuded authority.
An almost imperceptible breeze swept through the air, carrying the damp scent of earth, grass, and trees.
Almost at the same moment, a figure appeared without a sound from the depths of the shadows within the Southeast Gate's archway, as though peeling himself away from the darkness of the gatehouse.
The newcomer was an elderly man with a head of white hair. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his pupils blue, and his two eyebrows were extremely thick, as if painted with a