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A short and stout man in a black robe and bamboo hat watched the two swordsmen in the valley flash past each other at incredible speed. He asked softly, "My lord, is that Emperor Ziwei's successor? The sacred spirit who never appeared in the Ancient Era and the young man who now serves under the thirteenth princess?"
Dressed in a purple robe, Wang Shan nodded slightly. "It is. I have confirmed it myself."
"If he truly is the sacred spirit, why is he only at the Heavenly Immortal Realm?"
"He has cultivated for less than a thousand years and only recently escaped from a restricted realm," Wang Shan answered briefly. Choosing not to dwell on the matter, he asked in a low tone, "General Mei Liu, how many elite forces does the Second Master still have?"
"Six hundred eighty thousand. He has been secretly training troops all this time, but you know how he is. He would rather have fewer people than accept the unworthy. Every last one of his troops is an elite." Under the cloak, Mei Liu showed a hint of hesitation. "My lord, not that I'm timid, but I still feel the need to say this: we still do not have enough combat strength to rise back up."
"I am well aware of that," Wang Shan tucked his hands into his sleeves as he watched Wang Sheng and Jingwu exchanging moves. He sighed...
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