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"Thank you for your assistance, fellow cultivator." Ye Feng bowed his hands in thanks.
"Sect Master Ye is too polite. I merely unsheathed my sword to right the injustice I witnessed. From here on out, please feel free to do as you will," responded Ancestor Ning with a slight smile and a nod of his head.
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng nodded. He turned his gaze to the three middle-aged men who were wailing in pain, and asked coldly, "Who are you and why are you interfering with the recruitment ceremony of the Misty Sect?"
An invisible force of Heroic Spirit Power spread out, lifting them into the air and grasping their throats.
A dreadful feeling arose from deep within the three men.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!"
"We were ordered to slander the Misty Sect. We took the money for this job, please spare our lives, Sect Master Ye!"
The three men hastily begged for mercy.
