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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 · Oriental
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Chapter 103: The Power of Twenty, Crisis Descends

"Where did you find this sword manual?" Ye Feng wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth, asking with a curious face.

Huo Yunjie shyly closed the sword manual and said, "I just went out to buy some wooden stakes for sword practice, and I accidentally stepped on the hem of a cloaked figure's robe..."

He described the process in detail.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng thought of the person who had claimed to be the "Black Robe Association Leader" and immediately became focused, gave a few instructions, and then hurriedly left the City Lord's Mansion to search in the streets.

The disciples looked at each other in confusion.

"Did the Sect Leader discover something?"

"The cloaked figure must be suspicious, that's why the Sect Leader went after him."

"Big senior brother, should we go too?"

"The Sect Master Uncle told us to stay here and study the spells; leave everything else to him. After dinner, we'll go back."