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A vast, continuous mountain range revealed itself before everyone's eyes, exuding a thousand streaks of auspicious vapor, its entirety covered with various grand architectural complexes.
Roman Smith said proudly, "See that? That's the Dark Mist Sect where I belong. It's far bigger than your small town, isn't it?"
Not just bigger, it was a completely different class!
Upon seeing it, Peter Brown too was shocked. Such a place was truly fitting for cultivating immortality.
"Descend!"
As the Flying Ship descended, quite a few people emerged from inside.
"Is Senior Smith back?" someone called out in greeting.
"Hello, Elvin, I'm back. This trip was really far and quite exhausting."
"Haha, you brought back six people, while Senior Carter only got five. The number of qualified personnel is too few these days."
"Isn't that the truth."
After everyone disembarked from the Flying Ship, they began to talk amongst themselves.
