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Clad in a billowing azure robe, he slowly stepped into the Ban Shan Sect.
All six Sect Leaders from Southern Hong ceased what they were doing and stood up in unison, even the proudest, Ye Jiu, bore a face of deep respect and earnestly bowed with hands clasped.
"We meet Senior Perfected Zi Xuan."
Even as Nanyang fell and the Seven Sects were trapped in the borderlands, they had never harbored resentment for the aged Purple-Bearded White Dragon.
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