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At the northernmost point of the Northern Continent lies a massive mountain called Jigui Mountain.
At this moment, at the summit of Jigui Mountain, a middle-aged man in a dark Daoist robe stands alone at the edge of a cliff, hands clasped behind his back.
He has thick eyebrows and large eyes, a fierce complexion, a tall and burly physique. Standing at the cliff's edge, he exudes the powerful and domineering aura of a king, akin to a malevolent tiger in the dark night, radiating a mighty and commanding presence.
"Flap flap~"
A gigantic eagle descends from the sky and, transforming into a human figure mid-air, gently lands on the mountaintop, dropping to one knee and saying, "Reporting to the Demon Saint, everything is as you have predicted. The Witch Clan has started moving. What shall we do next?"
