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Clear Cloud Taoist narrowed his eyes as he watched thick, black clouds drifting over the sea. "There's a Soul Clan." "Soul Clan? Out at sea?" the eldest senior brother asked, staring at the dark mass as it pressed closer to their small boat. "Master, what should we do now?" Clear Cloud Taoist sneered. "A mere Level Three Soul Clan thinks it can block my way?" He reached out with a large hand