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... an in a white and gold robe approached.

The robe was pristine white, embroidered with golden threads forming intricate patterns that seemed to conceal profound secrets. Overall, he exuded elegance, handsomeness, and an aura of authority.

Beside the young nobleman stood a maid with a cold expression, never leaving his side. She held a beautiful jade flute, which was likely the source of the flute music heard just moments ago.

"Good skills, you reacted really fast," the you ...

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