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Qi Xuansu did not waste any time. He jumped up and climbed onto the beam. Then he stood still behind the shadow of a pillar, holding his breath and concentrating. With Zhang Yuelu attracting attention from the front, even a person with a higher cultivation level found it hard to notice his presence.
It was always best for one of them to remain in the dark when encountering opponents.
Zhang Yuelu was still sitting on the tiger-skin throne. Below her on the altar table were the corpses of two Ancient Immortal believers, surrounded by the corpses of those bandits who failed to escape.
After a while, three people walked into the ancient temple. The leader was a woman with oil paint on her face. In this cold winter, her feet were bare, and she was wearing prayer beads on her wrists and ankles, like the other two dead female believers earlier. Behind her were two middle-aged men who were not noteworthy in terms of dressing.
The woman looked at Zhang Yuelu and asked straight to the point, "Who are you?"
Zhang Yuelu asked back, "Who are you?"
The two women's eyes met.
The woman with a face full of oil paint muttered a strange syllable. At the same time, Zhang Yuelu...
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