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Qingsong Island.
"Let me accompany you to that marketplace, and see along the way exactly where in the Qunyi Strait it lies."
After Li Xizhi said this, he paused for a moment. Both their expressions changed as they sensed the violent upheaval of the spirit mechanism between heaven and earth. Without hesitation, one after the other, they mounted the wind and soared into the sky.
There was already no shortage of Foundation Establishment cultivators on Qingsong Island; now the sky was gradually filled with all kinds of figures. In perfect unison, they turned to the south, their expressions either complicated, mocking, or coldly laughing, whispering among themselves, all discussing incredulously.
"Yuanwu has fallen!"
Li Xizhi's expression was rather complicated; though his relations within his own house had always been less than amicable, Yuanwu was, after all, a Zifu cultivator. He could only sigh softly and bow slightly, as a gesture of respect.
