The sky was tinted with a pale hue.
Looking around, the Tanjen Organization's square was filled with cultivators, all sitting in meditation.
Despite rumors of their sect leader fleeing, they hadn't left and were still guarding the Tanjen Organization. They had misjudged once before, which nearly cost them their lives.
This time, they were determined to wait until the information they received was confirmed. Or perhaps, there was still a chance for them to return once the representatives of the Herbal Pavilion located someone from the sacred land.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed. Although it was faint, it was quite clear to the cultivators.
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