Sword Heavenly Marquis

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Under the guidance of Xue Dong King, Jian wushuang came to the counter in the center of the hall. A thin Elder in a Taoist robe was dozing off.

"Elder Qiu, don't sleep," Xue Dong King shouted.

The thin Elder in a Taoist robe moved his eyelids slightly and then opened his eyes.

After opening his eyes, he glanced at Jian Wushuang and Xue Dong King and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This little brother next to me wants to join the Heaven-cleaving Alliance," Xue Dong King said.

"Where's the Heaven-cleaving token?" The thin Elder, who Xue Dong King referred to as Elder Qiu, reached out his hand.

Without hesitation, Jian Wushuang handed over his Heaven-cleaving token.

Elder Qiu glanced at the token and nodded slightly. "What is your name, or what title do you use?"

"Title?" Jian Wushuang's expression changed.