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Outside the Southeast Gate of Chenlin Village.
Several neatly uniformed guards stood beneath the gatehouse, their backs straight and their gazes steady as they watched the road nearby.
The two leading them were a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor.
Two people stood quietly on the road.
One was a man who appeared to be in his fifties, his face still handsome. Dressed in robes whiter than snow, he had a tall, slender frame and exuded a cold aloofness that kept others a thousand miles away, like unmelted snow atop a lofty mountain.
It was this exceedingly cold, almost frozen aura that encased his handsome features in an unapproachable shell.
Beside him stood a woman who looked to be in her forties. Her features bore a sixty or seventy percent resemblance to his, their shared bone structure evident around the eyes and brows. Her bearing was likewise rather cool.
She was his younger sister, Si Baining.
The man was White Emperor Si Baining, a level 89 peak Soul Douluo.
The two simply stood there in silence, as though waiting, yet also as though assessing this rustic village with its faint air of majesty.
An almost imperceptible breeze swept through the air, carrying the damp scent of earth and vegetation.
At almost the same moment, a figure silently emerged from the deep shadows inside the Southeast Gate's archway, as though peeling himself away from the gatehouse's darkness.
The newcomer was an elderly man with snowy white hair, deeply sunken eyes, blue pupils, and two exceptionally thick eyebrows that looked as though they had been painted with a brush steeped in rich ink.
His expression was composed and his steps steady. In his hand, he held a