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City Lord's mansion.

Guest house.

The house that was specially prepared for receiving swordsmen had four bare walls. Other than a few futons, it was empty.

Three tall cultivators surrounded by sword essence were sitting on futons and talking to each other.

If one looked carefully, one would notice that there was an unremarkable mark on the scabbard of the long sword on their back. It looked like an abyss, and it was surrounded by smoke and clouds, emitting a somewhat obscure aura.

This was the symbol of the crossing disaster abyss.

They were not ordinary disciples of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect, but the current prison sons of the crossing calamity abyss. They were all in the nascent Soul Stage.