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In a pitch-black room, a white-haired old man was sitting upright. He was the one whose name was placed on the list of the highest level pursuers, Mo Taiji.

Along with a deep sigh, the old man finished recovering his breathing, and his eyes that were brimming with vigor looked towards the main door.

The door opened.

A man in a black suit with an indistinct face walked in