Golden Soul Searcher
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Night. A stormy night. A fast horse passed through the rain curtain like an arrow. Although the wind was strong, the man was even more anxious. He had been running for many days and changed horses. The rainwater slid down the bamboo hat and splashed on a face like a knife. The rider kept yelling: "Get away! Get away!" At this moment, there were very few people who could block the way. Even if there were people, no one would dare to block the way of Old Man Xiong! The white horse, black saddle and purple shirt are clearly the symbols of the disciples of Mr. Xiong's "Flying Eagle Hall". The high archway, red gate, stone lions, and Xiong Mansion are already in front of you. Although it was a rainy night, the strong men on both sides of the Xiong Mansion still stood upright like wild geese feathers. Their lips were all blue from the rain, but no one showed any sign of shrinking or retreating on their face.
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