Guangchengzi and the other Eleven Golden Immortals of Chanjiao exchanged glances and stepped forward in unison.
Xuanqing let out a cold snort, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth as he dismissed them entirely in his heart.
To be frank, the cultivation of the Twelve Golden Immortals might pass muster elsewhere, but in Xuanqing's eyes, it was no different from children playing house, failing to stir even a shred of interest in him.
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