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"Who's talking?" Wu De asked loudly.
Li Hanshao felt the voice was somewhat familiar and hurriedly looked toward its source, only to see a petite figure clad in a black robe descending from the sky, light as a feather, as if weightless.
Long Qitian stared at that person, his gaze sharpening, "It's you, the outsider brat!"
"Shut up, don't call me a brat!" Long Tianxing suddenly shouted, rage flickering in his blue pupils.
"What else would you call a pathetic worm who doesn't even know who his own father is? Do you think just because you've joined Misty Sect you can lord it over me?" Long Qitian scoffed.
"What! He's a disciple of Misty Sect?" The crowd was astonished.
The Sect Leader of White Robe Sect coughed and looked at Long Tianxing's not-so-tall figure, feeling as if he had grown imposing in an instant.
