When Yan Zhengming left Fuyao Mountain, he was less than seventeen years old. In his early twenties, he concentrated on wielding a sword. His appearance had matured and he had not changed much since then.
Now, his soul has entered the Sword God Realm, and although his features have not been stained by the passage of time in the slightest, his temperament and demeanor are completely different.
The two children guarding the gate looked at each other and murmured a little in their hearts. Fuyao Mountain is a paradise where few outsiders come. The children have never seen such a powerful person, and the owner is not at home.
The two teenagers were a little trembling and hesitated for a long time before the older one plucked up the courage to stop his companion behind him and stepped forward.
He did not dare to raise his eyes, bowed his head respectfully to the ground, and said politely: "My head of the family just went out for a wandering yesterday. I don't know when he will return. It's an unlucky time for all the immortals to come here today. If you dare to ask the immortal's name, I will definitely report it in the future."
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