Huo Fentian’s brows furrowed tightly, and Old Ancestor Di Huo’s hand, which had been stroking his beard, also paused. The other elders of the Di Huo Pavilion in the hall all wore grave expressions. They all understood the weight of Xuanwei Zhenren’s words. If it was truly as he described, then the Eleventh Heaven would,…
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