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Sufficient with a Single Sword

"Hope, as the Holy Son of the Confucian Sect, particularly favors the noble spirit exuded by Confucian cultivators. How refreshing!"

"The more solemn-looking those Confucian cultivators are on the surface, the bolder they are in private... Tut-tut, just the thought of it is stimulating."

"Rein in your frivolousness, lest you scare people away!"

"If one were truly a Holy Son of the Confucian Sect, they must find a way to extract every ounce of noble spirit from him!"

Several Immortal Kings from Blissful Immortal Palace chuckled with veiled faces, each casting flirtatious glances toward the location where the ancient immortal boat appeared.

In their sight, two figures flew out towards the ancient immortal boat.

One figure was clad in battle armor, with a helmet and a breastplate adorned with a protective mirror, holding a war shield, exuding a hint of valor.

The other figure, in a blue robe, held a jade fan, presenting a demeanor of elegant detachment.