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... nd held a golden staff shining in golden light, illumining the chamber in its gentle light. Moreover, with his handsome face and long silver hair, he had the air of a benevolent saint.

His presence disrupted the balance of the chamber, and the Wisp of Libra tilted its head slightly as if acknowledging this unexpected arrival.

But the next moment, it looked back at Jacob, whose eyes flickered coldly when he saw the silver-haired man's appearance because he knew it was a Faery Huma ...

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