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Nan Hong Seven Sons, Heavenly Sword Sect.
Within the light barrier lay a stark Sword Mountain, bristling with countlessly many Divine Weapons perched at the summit.
Liu Xingshan sat cross-legged at the peak.
He slowly set down the Dao Plate he held, as if he had come to some sort of agreement, and in unison with a few other figures within the Heavenly Sword Sect, they all raised their tea cups.
"To heaven and earth."
Liu Xingshan's eyes shone brightly, his whole being seemingly transformed into a Divine Sword with its murderous intent piercing the skies.
Sitting in desolation at White Jade Capital for tens of thousands of years had nearly eroded their fighting spirit.
"To our own Great Dao!"
Accompanied by a low shout, Liu Xingshan and the remaining figures brought their tea cups to their lips.
Just as they were about to drink it all in one gulp.
A familiar voice resounded by their ears.
