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After spending some time, Xiao Yifeng returned to Diannan City from Miaojiang and then waited a few more hours before he finally boarded a plane heading to Tianhai.
At the same time Xiao Yifeng was returning to Tianhai, in a room in a certain city in China, an old man wearing a white robe, a white headband, and holding a white scepter, emanating a sacred majesty, drew mysterious symbols in the air with one hand.
He muttered unintelligible words, his eyes tightly closed, and standing before this elder were several figures dressed like the white-robed bishops that had appeared in Donggang. They were all white-robed bishops of the Saint Hall.
Each of them stood there with a respectful expression, their gazes fixed on the elder before them.
Without warning, the elder's eyes snapped open, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood into the symbol in the void, causing it to burst into light and quickly disappear without a trace.
