"Let's wait. Entering is simply tempting fate," the Blood Rain Guards who arrived one after another said righteously. They watched from the outside and knew that there were more than 100 first-rate experts inside. Nobody was willing to enter.
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The Blood Rain Guard's bugle arrows also attracted the attention of many factions in the capital! They all knew that something big had happened in Emerald Pavilion.
"The heavens are guiding me. I should go there!" A thin old monk wearing tattered clothes walked barefoot in the dilapidated alley, his feet dirty.
The thin old monk looked up and could see the dazzling and towering Emerald Pavilion in the distance. At this moment, his figure was like an illusion as he walked step by step, getting closer and closer to Emerald Pavilion. At the same time, an invisible psychic force had already spread over.
