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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?"

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Chapter 42: A Brand-New Look for the Misty Sect

"Staying up late, losing hair?"

Jia Yulan drew in a deep breath, grabbed her lush hair with both hands, and said with a face full of terror, "No way!"

Xia He and Qiu Ju were so scared they fell asleep right where they were.

Li Jiaojiao blinked innocently, then using Little White Fox as a pillow, she too fell asleep.

Ouyang Feng, Ouyang Yu, and Long Tianxing, being slightly younger, couldn't stay awake and soon fell asleep as well.

In the end, only Mo Ying and the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle were left, staring at each other as though they had an agreement that "if the moon doesn't sleep, I won't sleep, whoever sleeps is a turtle."

Under the night sky, the moonlight was like water.

A white cloud drifted across the azure sky.

A white shadow popped its head out from among the clouds, surveying the mountain range below.