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When the four legitimate descendants of one sect and three gates arrived, everyone changed color in response.
Yuan Zhenchuan could feel the ethereal aura exuding from their bodies and knew that these four had come bearing Spiritual Artifacts.
If these four hadn't brought the sect's treasures, Chen Yuan might have still stood a chance, but now, his prospects seemed grim.
As soon as the four heirs appeared, many other sects' true heirs and even Elders hurried forward to greet them and exchange pleasantries.
However, the four ignored them. Ling Feng's eyes twinkled as he scanned the crowd:
"Where is Chen Yuan?"
At these words, all eyes instantly turned toward Chen Yuan.
"Are you Chen Yuan?"
Ling Feng asked haughtily.
"Indeed."
Chen Yuan nodded, his expression calm.