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"Don't worry. It's just a Saint. The four of us can easily handle him," the tall man said with a smile, patting the woman on the head as if she were a dog. The woman quickly clapped her hands and pouted, ceasing her words.
Ahead, four men stood, among them a short young man. He seemed around fifteen, a few years younger than Yan Xiaobao, but the air around him was icy. He was the only one among the four who didn't smile. His gaze was fixed on a figure in the sky, and suddenly a sharp greatsword appeared. With a firm footstep, the young man shot towards the giant bird in flight, sword at the ready.
"He left," the tall man said with a smile playing on his lips. Gripping his hand, the tall man rolled his shoulder, then relaxed his muscles as the young man took a determined step towards the Flying Eagle's retreat. It was only a brief moment before the last two mimicked the previous actions, soaring into the sky above.
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