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The setting sun hung low, painting the sky red.
Outside the Da Zhen Pavilion
Chu Zhiyuan stood at the foot of the stairs, surveying the layout of the Da Zhen Pavilion.
The main gate was wide open, with six white-clad guards standing on either side of the majestic stone lions.
These six young white-clad guards stood lazily, but with their right hands resting on the hilts of their blades, they exuded a chilling aura, like tigers napping.
Through Super Sense, the briskly walking doorman moved inside, crossed the front yard, went through two moon gates, and arrived at a small courtyard at the third entry.
In the courtyard, Cheng Tianfeng was practicing swordsmanship.
The petite old man, Mo Chunyu, watched from the side.
The doorman entered cautiously and announced the visitor's name.
Upon hearing the title of the Princely Heir of Prince Qing, Cheng Tianfeng abruptly stopped, fiercely turned, and pointed his sword at the door: "Who?!"
