主角程墨 standing alone in the dimly lit library, his eyes wide with disbelief as he clutched the柄 of his staff. The air around him seemed to crackle with an unusual energy, and strange voices filled the silence like a low hum. Yet, in that moment, all confusion gave way to an overwhelming sense of unease.

“Mr. Zhang,” A voice from behind him broke through the tension, “how could you dare to stand alone when we both know your fate?” The speaker was sharp-eyed, their gaze piercing and calculating. It took程墨 by surprise as he realized the man had been watching him for what seemed like hours.

The room started to shake violently under the force of the voice, and程墨 staggered backward, nearly tripping over a stack of ancient tomes scattered about. His staff Dishen was still in his hand, its柄 steady as ever, but his grip had tightened slightly due to the sheer intensity of the situation.

“How dare you,” Zhang proceeded, his tone cold and demanding, “You think you can just stand your ground here? The winds of change are blowing, Mr.程墨, and you are not immune to them.” The words hung heavy in the air, a warning that could not be ignored.

The room seemed to lean precariously on an edge,随时准备 tip over at any moment. Zhang stepped closer, his movements smooth yet calculated, as if he were directing some unseen force. And then he spoke again:

“If you wish to see the truth,” Zhang concluded with a淡然的smile, “then you must come to me alone.”

程墨’s heart race as he exchanged a glance with the staff Dishen. The future held endless uncertainties, but one thing was certain: he would not be able to rely on anyone else to guide him through this stormy seas.

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