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Amid thunderous cries of welcome, Bibi Dong slowly emerged from the hall.
Four people followed close behind her. Three of them wore crimson ceremonial robes, unlike the entirely red attire of the cardinals. Their robes were inlaid with gold and silver patterns, and the gemstones on their chests—each the size of a baby's fist and gleaming with golden light—radiated luxury. To ordinary people, such robes might merely symbolize wealth and status, but to Spirit Masters, they represented the highest honor.
Because only Titled Douluo were qualified to wear crimson ceremonial robes.
Clearly, all three of them were Titled Douluo.
Among them was Sword Douluo Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, known as the Titled Douluo with the strongest attack power.
Chen Xin's eyes, as though nothing in the world mattered to him, instinctively turned toward Yang Ming. He gave a slight nod, counting it as a greeting.
Of the other two, the one on the left seemed shrouded in an illusory aura. His crimson ceremonial robe wrapped him tightly from head to toe, and even when one looked above his collar, his head appeared to be concealed by a layer of thick mist, making his features impossible to discern.
The person walking beside him possessed skin beautiful enough to make every woman burn with envy. His bewitching, androgynous face made many people glance at him again without thinking. Were it not for the Adam's apple at his throat, quite a few men might have fallen for him.
What a pity he had not gone to Thailand.
Yang Ming mocked him internally, only to discover that Ju Douluo Yue Guan's peach blossom eyes were looking at him with a gaze that seemed both secluded and resentful,