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"Hmph!"
Hearing Mo Wangchen's words, Yao Wuliang snorted coldly but did not respond. Instead, he stood aside with Zhou Tong and others, waiting for the action to begin.
"Who might this friend be..."
Yu Zhi looked at Mo Wangchen, a bit puzzled. Judging from the aura, Mo Wangchen's cultivation was obviously much weaker than Yao Wuliang's, yet there seemed to be a grudge between the two.
Where did this person come from?
"Tiannan, Mo Wangchen," Mo Wangchen replied.
"Another friend from Tiannan?" Yu Zhi was taken aback. No wonder he felt the atmosphere was somewhat tense; it turned out the man in white before him came from the same plane as Yao Wuliang.
"Thirteen people, all above the Nirvana Realm..."
Soon, Yu Zhi checked the cultivation of Mo Wangchen and others one by one. After nodding, he said, "All of you are Saint Heirs, talents expected to achieve emperorhood in the future. I am Yu Zhi; we may see each other again."