Qingjian Sect, on the top of the mountain, in the meeting room.
Liang Nanxun sat calmly on the magic iron wooden chair, playing with the bracelet made of blood python wood in his hand, silently showing off the huge financial resources of the Qingjian Sect.
The blood python wood has long been extinct, and it has an amazing effect on nourishing the soul. There may not be more than three of these eighteen blood python wood bracelets in Daqian.
This shows how precious it is.
"So, you two are saying that the new disciple of my Qingjian Sect is a disaster?"
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