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The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells." Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners. At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above. The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

Chaotic Winter Melon Essence · Eastern
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Chapter 187: The Thirteenth Disciple of the Misty Sect, Midnight Snack Time

Dragonfolk Clan Ancient Town.

The Clan Leader's ennoblement ceremony ended quickly.

Next was the segment Ye Feng had been most looking forward to.

The feast begins!

When the first plate was brought to the table, the fragrant roasted wild boar immediately made Ye Feng's mouth water. He exchanged glances with a few children nearby and reached for the food at the same time.

"You won't be able to beat me!"

Ye Feng laughed heartily. With a pinch and a twist of his chopsticks, he tore off a large chunk of the aromatic pork and popped it into his mouth, savoring the blissful taste.

Ji Ziling didn't eat.

To put it accurately, she had no appetite.

She watched Ye Feng, who was back to her, competing with a few children for food and suddenly found him very adorable.

His handsome profile, even smeared with a bit of pork fat, could not hide his alluring charm.

"So it turns out that the Sect Leader is not a Divine Spirit but a cultivator mentioned in ancient texts."