Ming Wang nodded with a smile and waved his arm. The sword began to descend rapidly, eventually landing on the plaza below.
The ground of the plaza was covered with fallen leaves, giving it a desolate look.
Just as they touched down, over a dozen figures came flying rapidly from the distance. These individuals did not appear young; the youngest were at least in their thirties, and there were even a few elderly men over sixty. Most of them emanated the aura of a Peak True Immortal, with the exception of the middle-aged man in the lead, who was a First-Level Dust Immortal.
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