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"Let's go."
Jiang Changsheng swept his gaze over Yunni Sky Peak one more time, looked through the vast Cloud Sea at the many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and Gu Hong, and finally glanced over Chen Mu before waving his sleeve, enveloping Zuo Qianqiu, and headed into the depths of the Cloud Sea.
And shortly after his departure.
From afar.
Within the swirling mists, a figure clad in a Mysterious Robe stood tall, glancing in the direction that Jiang Changsheng had left.
"Jiang Changsheng... huh, truly proud. His disciple has been crippled once again, and Zuo Qianqiu almost broke his sword; yet he still doesn't take Chen Mu seriously. However, he indeed has the standing to do so."
Elder Murong Hong of the Mysterious Mechanism Pavilion shook his head slightly.
