Just at the gate of zhaoyue hall, I heard a lot of noise inside. I frowned and thought to myself, these old men usually have five or six people in front of each other, but at the critical moment, they all have no idea. I only know how to shout.

"Xiaoming, you are finally here..." Qingxuan is not a person in the Jianghu. It's obvious that he can't blend into a group of people who are either holding swords or holding swords. As soon as I enter the room, he immediately welcomes me.

"Yeah!" I nodded at him and followed him down in the side seat.

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