Zhang Lingyu
Longhu Mountain, Celestial Master Mansion.
The sandalwood incense in the quiet room was disturbed by a gust of cold wind as he pushed the door open, causing the copper bell hanging on the lintel to let out a crisp "clatter."
Zhang Lingyu stood at the doorway and raised his eyes, the cinnabar mark on his forehead as vivid and red as blood.
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