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The shock on Song Zhili's face lasted only a breath. The rest of his emotions were swiftly buried beneath a composed mask.
Li Wuwang noticed this and was clearly disappointed. He cupped his fist with a half-smile and said, "Daoist Song, aren't you even a little glad to see me?"
Song Zhili's eyes narrowed. He probed, "Wasn't the Heavenly Sword Division wiped out by the Myriad Immortal Palace?"
As he spoke, his gaze swept toward Yu Tingzhai. He quickly dismissed the thought—at the time of the massacre, Yu Tingzhai hadn't been chosen as the realm's guardian by the Myriad Immortal Palace. He couldn't possibly have known.
Li Wuwang sighed deeply and offered, "It's a long story. If you're curious, Daoist Song, why not sit for a while and listen to it?"
"No need,"...
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