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「Emei Ancient Sect.」
The seemingly delicate Zhou Jin was standing in an elegant rear courtyard.
Before her, a woman in a Dust-Departing Daoist Robe stood with her back to her, gazing at the fish swimming in a pond. Her expression was unreadable.
"Is there no possibility of changing your mind?" the woman asked with a sigh after tossing a handful of fish food into the pond.
"Master, if our Emei Ancient Sect doesn't go, how will we establish ourselves in the Alliance in the future?" Zhou Jin stared straight ahead, her expression resolute.
"Do you have any idea that there are two hundred thousand soldiers in the Alien Race Alliance Army on the Northern District Battlefield? That's two hundred thousand..." The woman shook her head, a hint of sorrow on her face.
"I know. But I also know that we have twenty million citizens in the North District!" Zhou Jin dropped to her knees before the woman. "I'm begging you, Master!!"
