At this moment, Fuchuan suddenly remembered the blue face of the young man who inherited a trace of his blood power a thousand years ago.
Despite the long time since their death, the mission has not faded in the blood of future generations.
The softest spot in Fukawa's heart was touched.
He slowly said to Saran, "The Sandstorm Clan has come from afar to help us. It seems inappropriate to turn them away."
"But." Saran seemed a little hesitant, but finally gave in. "Since Derek has spoken, then let's open a city gate for the Sand Village ninjas to enter and exit."
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