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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger. As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated. When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise. But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)? Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?" "Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan." "The direction must be clear." "We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!" ……

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Chapter 140: The Era of the Young Sect Leader! (8.137k)_5

Last year during the worship at the turn of the year, disciples from three lineages were present, engaging in sharp debates within the ancestral hall.

Today, however, there was an unusual tranquility,

but the hearts of the Hengshan Sect disciples were fervent,

how could they be unaware of the changes within their sect?

"To the ancestors of Hengshan through the ages, we offer our respects!"

Inside the ancestral hall, four from the thirteenth generation of Hengshan held incense, while from the fourteenth generation, only Zhao Rong held a large incense stick.

Mo Da, Liu, Lu Lianrong, and Fang Qianju were the first to place their incense into the censer.

Curling blue smoke lingered over the ancestral tablets.

After the four of them had offered their incense, they stood to each side.

All eyes were fixed on the young Sect Leader in front of the disciples.

Mo Da, serious and not prone to smiles, his aged voice echoed through the hall:

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