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Zhang Rui looked at the skyward tree in front of him and felt its grandeur and greatness. At that moment, the old man said, " Zhang Rui... You were recommended by the White Fox Immortal to come to the Shadow League... right?" Zhang Rui nervously replied, "Yes, that's right." The old man nodded and carefully looked him up and down, looking somewhat disheveled, which made Zhang Rui feel embarrassed.
The old man's gaze was calm yet profound, as if he could see into Zhang Rui's heart. He smiled and said, "No need to feel uneasy, Zhang Rui. In the Shadow League, we have seen all kinds of people. Your current appearance only shows that you have experienced an extraordinary adventure."
Zhang Rui relaxed slightly, feeling relieved by the old man's gentle attitude. He nodded and said, "Yes, I battled with Xingtian..."
A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. "Xingtian? The legendary strongman?" He fell silent for a moment, then continued, "It seems you have indeed experienced a lot. To survive an encounter with Xingtian, your strength is not to be underestimated."
Zhang Rui lowered his head somewhat shamefully, but the old man continued with a smile, "In the Shadow League, everyone has their own story and past. Your experiences will become a part of you here. Now, let me take you to meet our leader, Master Liu. He will be interested in you."
Guided by the old man, Zhang Rui walked through the hall, past the massive roots of the skyward tree, filled with anticipation and curiosity, but also feeling a hint of unease. He didn't know what awaited him, but he knew it would be the start of his new journey in the Shadow League.
As the old man walked, Zhang Rui continued to ascend, each level with its own unique style. One level was like a library area, filled with dusty ancient books and scrolls, exuding a strong intellectual atmosphere; while another level resembled a martial arts training ground, with wide space and figures practicing martial arts or magic.
They passed through a hall with exotic decorations, where Zhang Rui saw various peculiar ornaments and weapons hanging on the walls, each emitting strong magical energy. Here, Zhang Rui felt an unprecedented vitality and sense of mystery.
They passed through another peculiar workshop, filled with all sorts of strange contraptions and shimmering gemstones. Some members were deeply engrossed in mysterious experiments or manufacturing work.
Finally, they arrived at the top floor, which seemed to be the residence of an important figure. The old man gently knocked on the door and then pushed it open. Zhang Rui saw a room filled with classical charm, with a breathtaking view of the skyward tree outside the window. The room was adorned with exquisite furniture and various works of art.
"This is where you will meet Master Liu," the old man said softly, gesturing for Zhang Rui to enter. Zhang Rui's nervousness increased as he knew that this moment would be an important step for him in the Shadow League.
Zhang Rui stood at the doorway of the room, facing a spacious and ancient-looking room. Ancient calligraphy and paintings adorned the walls, each seemingly containing profound history and stories. In the center of the room was an antique wooden desk, stacked with various books and maps, as well as some very old and precious-looking artifacts. A comfortable chair beside the desk quietly awaited someone's arrival, while an ancient bronze oil lamp emitted a warm and gentle glow.
The old man stood by the door, his face showing little expression, as if he had become accustomed to this situation. He looked at Zhang Rui and said softly, "Go in." Then he slowly closed the door, leaving Zhang Rui alone in the center of the room.
Zhang Rui was nervous, unsure of what to do. He turned slowly, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar and mysterious environment. His gaze fell on the open book on the desk, filled with ancient runes and spells, each symbol brimming with mystery and power.
Zhang Rui Slowly walking towards the desk, he reached out to touch the ancient pages, feeling the history and knowledge contained within. At that moment, he realized he was locked in this room. He turned and walked towards the door, attempting to push it open. However, no matter how hard he tried, the door remained unmoved, as if locked by some unseen force.
Zhang Rui He knocked on the door with a little force, but aside from a dull sound, there was no response. He felt a hint of helplessness and anxiety.
In the room, Zhang Rui stood nervously, and suddenly, the scene before his eyes made him almost unable to believe it. The middle-aged man seemed to condense from the air, appearing in front of him without warning. His way of crossing over was elusive, as if he had mastered the secret of space, instantly appearing from non-existence to presence, causing Zhang Rui to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
The middle-aged man's Daoist robe shimmered with a deep light in the faint light, as if it contained endless secrets. His gaze was sharp and profound, as if he could penetrate Zhang Rui's soul and understand all his thoughts. Those eyes not only seemed to understand everything, but also contained a kind of awe-inspiring power, making Zhang Rui feel a little uneasy.
Master Liu stopped in front of Zhang Rui, his face expressionless but his eyes carrying a stern gaze. His powerful and imposing presence made it difficult for Zhang Rui to approach him. Zhang Rui felt as if he were standing in front of a giant, small and powerless.
Master Liu stood before Zhang Rui, calmly gazing at him, seemingly evaluating the newcomer. Zhang Rui felt tense, unsure of how to communicate with this master and uncertain of his own standing in the master's eyes.
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