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"Brother Jiang?"
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Li Qingyun, who had been paying close attention to Jiang Ding, didn't understand the situation but still rose to his feet and stood with his hands tied.
Sure enough, after a moment, a white-browed elderly cultivator and a robust man walked in together, looking at Jiang Ding with a hint of surprise.
Given their realm, even without concealing themselves, foundation-building cultivators might not be able to detect them beforehand, let alone a mere mortal, yet he could. Truly, he had a Xiantian Sword Body.
"Salutations, Supreme Elder!"
Jiang Ding and another paid their respects reverently.
Thanks to Master Jiucaobi's hints, they learned the identities of the two men.
Golden Pill Monks!
The supreme rulers of the Qiyu Sect, deities of the land whose lifespan spanned six hundred years, who could move mountains and fill seas, and burn down cities and destroy countries as if it were nothing.
