C1360 You Are Playing the Opera Right?!

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The crisp clack of wooden clogs echoed on the stone steps.

From behind the majestic double doors, a venerable elder with the air of a sage emerged.

His features were gaunt, his expression detached, as though he had transcended the mundane world.

Three strands of white beard lay neatly across the eight trigrams emblem on his blue robe