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This sigh carried with it many a helplessness.
The demon fiends, the Silver Armored Zilong, as well as all the city dwellers, looked up to see the Spirit Snake Flying Boat descending from the clouds.
A strikingly handsome young man stood with his hands behind his back, leapt out of the boat, and hovered quietly in mid-air.
He did not emanate any breath.
Yet standing there, he exuded a sense of etherealness, transcendence, magnificence, and unrivaled presence.
"Who are you?"
The mysterious demon fiend called out across the spatial rift.
"Demon, I am your grandfather... the Misty Sect's Sect Master Ye Feng!" There was a certain art to the way Ye Feng punctuated his words.
As soon as he spoke, the entire place fell deathly silent.
Immediately, the mysterious demon fiend cursed, "You brat, you seem to have no cultivation. What method have you cultivated to hide your aura so exquisitely?"
