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"Qing Xiao, Qing Xun, up ahead is the wooden stronghold. Once we arrive, don't put on the airs of an inner disciple. Many outer sect cultivators have been stationed here for three years, so they should be respected!" Qing Yun was a benevolent looking old man with silver hair and eyebrows. He wore a Taoist robe, and his sleeves were flapping