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The party of cultivators flew up the city walls while being wrapped by the lightning ball.

"It seems they have brought the newcomer back?"

"Judging from the battle, he seems to be a Dao Cultivator." The two sentries responsible for guarding the place looked at Xue Ying curiously.

"Younger Brother Flying Snow, it is Jun Qian and his buddy that discovered the disturbance and informed us earlier on." That tall giant cast from stone chuckled out.

"Haha, it is our responsibility! I am Jun Qian, and he is Fu Shan." Jun Qian's aura felt vast and grand. Flames could be seen burning faintly in his eyes. As for the other sentry, Fu Shan, he was an old man wearing a golden band. The golden band had five colorful gems imbued within.

Xue Ying greeted: "This one is called Flying Snow. It is great meeting you, Brother Jun Qian and Brother Fu Shan."

Jun Qian nodded with a smile.

Fu Shan similarly revealed a grin.