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Five outsider sword cultivators from the Middle Earth Divine Continent had come to visit the wine shop.
Apart from the young man holding a pot of wine still remaining extremely calm and relaxed, his three companions had already retreated slightly, ready to summon their flying swords at any moment.
One of them was in their early twenties and had a stiff expression, and he was slower than his companions both when he retreated and when he channeled his spiritual energy in preparation for summoning his flying sword.
There was also a lithe young woman wearing a colorful jacket and a gauze skirt adorned with one hundred flowers, something extremely popular among female cultivators in the Middle Earth Divine Continent.
As for the final person, he was naturally the young man carrying a sword on his back and being held up by Chen Ping'an. His fist intent and astral energy were forcefully suppressed after being immobilized by Chen Ping'an, and he couldn't unleash the spiritual energy from his critical acupoints, no matter how he tried.
They were pushed back again and again, surprisingly unable to overcome the barriers established by Chen Ping'an. His face became beet red with exertion, after which it took on shades of purple and blue, making him appear like a dead fish hanging on the wall and drying in the sun. The humiliation he felt at this moment was presumably no less than his killing intent.
"He's not willing to speak, so why don't you speak for him?" Chen Ping'an suggested.
"I didn't quite catch what he said just then," the young man holding a wine pot said with a dazzling smile.
"Do those from the Second Sage's lineage...
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