The farmwife and Yan Ruyue exchanged a glance at those words, the events that had taken place back at the Tiannanzong Sect still fresh in their minds.
The heir Zhang Xiaoke spoke of was truly no ordinary person; perhaps he would also appear in the capital of Da Qian.
A hundred paces away from them, two young nuns squatted in front of a stall, picking through items, while behind them stood a stern-faced senior nun.
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