Ling Chuxi's beautiful wish was soon realized. She had just left Yongle city and was about to reach the next city, ding 'an city. Before she could see what ding' an city looked like, a group of men and women in tight clothing with long swords hanging from their waists came face to face with them. A large group of sect disciples and travelers from all over the world also stopped in their tracks and stopped to watch.
Ling Chuxi's heart trembled slightly. The middle-aged man who was suspected to be a shill had actually appeared in the middle of the crowd again. Looking at the middle-aged man's face, which would be immediately forgotten if he was placed in a crowd, Ling Chuxi felt a sense of deja vu. However, at that moment, she could not remember where she had seen him before.
"Are you the experts of the Golden elixir sect?" A man who seemed to be the leader asked in a clear voice, interrupting Ling Chuxi's thoughts.
