The farmwoman and Yan Ruyue exchanged a glance upon hearing this, the events that had transpired back at the Tiannan Sect still fresh in their minds.
The Heir spoken of by Zhang Xiaoke was truly no ordinary person, and perhaps he would also appear in the Daxia imperial capital.
A hundred paces away from them, two young nuns were squatting in front of a stall, picking through items, while behind them stood a senior nun with a cold expression.
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