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The moment those words were said, everyone's expressions changed. The Wuji Sect disciples, however, had cold smiles on their faces as they looked at Han Yan with eyes filled with anger.

The Violet Myrtle seemed to have long known of this result, and her eyes gradually became icy cold.

Xiahou Tian sighed, his face had a helpless look, he inhaled a breath of cold air and asked: "Han Yan