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The thought of the Sect Chief's formidable power sent shivers through the Black Robed Old Man's heart. He feared that even if he fled to the remotest corners of the earth, the Sect Chief's predictive techniques would soon locate him, and then he would be killed as a sacrificial offering to the Sect Chief's son.

He lacked any secret treasure to mask his aura