"Friend of the Demon Clan, Guilin, do you agree with this way of doing things?"
Ning Chen shifted his gaze, looking toward the direction of Golden Eagle Zhenren. A trace of a smile played at the corner of his mouth, completely unconcerned by Old Ancestor Guilin's murderous glare, as he raised his voice.
With his divine sense and such a long period of observation, he had already detected the presence of another late-stage Integration cultivator in the vicinity.
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