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After a short rest, he returned to the bridge that had undergone emergency repairs, where he saw the Master of the Illusion Islands and the leaders of various schools. Long ago they had enslaved the natives of the islands and established their own musician regime. Nowadays they seemed more like the king and his nobles.

Ye Qingxuan was dazzled by what he saw.

They were so rich.

Hundreds of years of looting, plus the abundant resources and minerals on the islands, had made it so that not one thing that these Scepters and Masters had on them was ordinary. Any randomly chosen ring of theirs would be valuable enough to be the sacred treasure of a small town school.

As he was looking at them, they were looking at him and mentally wiping away their cold sweat.

In fact, those from the Illusion Islands had arrived before he had.