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In a world where power determines who prevails, maintaining a good relationship with such a genius is crucial. This led every major family in the Capital to send emissaries requesting an audience with him, but the Guild Master rejected them.
Another day passed, and a large crowd stood patiently in front of the Guild Master's office, waiting for their turn. Everyone in the queue seemed to know what answer they would receive, yet the families continued sending people daily, hoping for different news one day.
Seeing the queue, Yan Xiaobao strode forward steadily with measured steps. His skin still showed a faint golden hue from the heavy strike he'd endured from Wu Wei, his head held high, his blue eyes sparkling with intelligence, and his white hair neatly tied at the top of his head.
