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The black cloak fluttered as the bamboo flute played a sad, sorrowful tune, the still water rippling slightly. His subordinates stood in respectful silence.
"Master."
He smiled faintly, lips curling up.
"The drama... is about to begin."
It had been exactly seven years... Hạ Hầu Hi woke up suddenly, sweat pouring down like a stream. His slender