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120, one hundred and twenty(2/2)

Then I saw only a middle-aged man with a long beard.



No, Wen Zixing still remembers the description of Heng Wudao Zun in the article: handsome and unparalleled, with a temperament like the snow on the top of the snow mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, cold and inaccessible, like a high-ranking emperor.

Wen Zixing realized that the middle-aged man was the leader of Guiyuan Sect.

Where is Hengwu Daozun???

A person like that who has emerged from the mortal world must be the most eye-catching person in the hall, but what about people? How can he accept a disciple if the Taoist Master is not around? In the original text, he appeared in the hall and accepted the only female disciple!

Wen Zixing looked at the empty seat next to Sect Leader Lu, and he was confused.

Lu Yaoyao didn't notice the strangeness of her friend next to her for a moment. When she heard about Tao Zun, she pricked up her ears. After all, this was the person she guessed was most likely her father.

She walked around the main hall, her face confused.

She paid attention to the side for a long time. Everyone sitting in the hall spoke and remembered their identities. They were not Taoists.
Chapter completed!
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