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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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818 Chs

Chapter 492: The Mysterious Impostor, Cultivator of the Soul-Devouring Clan

"Reporting to the City Lord, Sect Master Ye, the first batch of fated individuals has arrived at the City Lord's Mansion, totaling fifty individuals, awaiting outside," said the speaker, a young man.

He had a smudge of a black beard on his jaw, bright eyes, and wore armor, possessing a cultivation level of the first layer in the Element Gathering Realm.

Zhongyuan City Lord looked towards Ye Feng, "Sect Master Ye, how should we proceed?"

"Let them in," Ye Feng nodded.

He took out his writing brush, ink stick, paper, and inkstone, the Book of Names, and the Sect Leader's Seal, preparing for registration.

"Did you hear Sect Master Ye's words? Let them in," said the Zhongyuan City Lord, waving his arm.

"Yes."

The bearded young man nodded, went out to the hall, and beckoned the crowd to line up and enter.

Soon, a young man with a rather good appearance came into view, probably about eighteen years old.