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"Greetings, my Lord."

The sound was loud and orderly, as if it were about to break the roof.

The six of them turned their heads to look at the Mercenary Guild that only had thirty or so people.

However, Nan Shitian's expression changed.

"Blood... "Blood mist."

Nan Shitian's face turned pale as if he couldn't believe it.

The head ancestor was puzzled