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Clop-clop-clop- Clop-clop-clop.

The sound of horse hooves approach, as a group of more than ten people on horseback charged forward – among them was a guard, holding a golden imperial edict in his hand.

“Tang Xuanzang, receive the decree! By the order of Her Majesty the Empress, you are to go to the Black Wind City for trial immediately!” The guard read the decree out loud.

Meanwhile, the nearby soldiers exchanged glances, never expecting such an unassuming m ...

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