“He is not a Demonic Cultivator,” Mr. Sanders suddenly said, dispelling Zion’s accusation at once.
“How did Jared prove he is not a Demonic Cultivator, Mr. Sanders?” Zion asked Mr. Sanders after bracing himself.
“Because no evil spirit has ever escaped my eyes.” Mr. Sanders waved his palm after he spoke.
A mass of gentle white light enveloped Jared at once, who suddenly felt extremely comfortable as though he was submerged in a hot spring.
The white light surrounded Jared and swirled incessantly before slowly dispersing.
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