The cultivator made no further move, standing with arms crossed, calm and composed dozens of paces in front of Lin Jinyu, eyes lowered and mind at peace.
"Are these the cultivators of the Western Desolate?"
Lin Jinyu's gaze rested heavily on the man before her. Compared to ordinary mortals, she understood the terrifying nature of the Western Desolate all too well; otherwise, the Great Desolate Tribulation of a millennium ago would not have swept across the entire world with such devastating, irresistible force.
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