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Zhu Fang proudly declared, "You didn't know this, did you? Brother Qin said he would bring all of us along."
"Huh?" Han Qing exclaimed, his mouth agape in shock. "Is that really possible?"
"Why not? Just ask if the Dragon Lord ever said we couldn't bring anyone," Zhu Fang replied with a smile.
Han Qing, who already had a somewhat dull expression, now looked as if his brain was overheating. "He didn't say that."
"Then it’s settled!" Han Qing suddenly exclaimed with excitement. "Can you take me with you?"
If that were true, he wouldn't need to buy an invitation. After all, very few people actually sold invitations.
Zhu Fang glanced at Qin Feng, and at that moment, Han Qing also noticed the handsome young man sitting there was their main support.
He couldn't help but look in surprise at Nie Rong, who was also gazing at Qin Feng.
Qin Feng smiled and said, "Of course, it's fine. One more person won't make a difference."
"Great! Then let's go now; it's about time!" Han Qing said eagerly.
Soon after, the group left the inn and headed towards Dongting Lake in a grand procession.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Palace had also become lively. More and more people were entering the grand hall, which was indeed spacious; even with so many people, they only occupied a small portion of the front.
Beng Nu was weaving between tables, serving spiritual fruits and celestial wine. Perhaps due to Zheng Shen being sealed away, there were no human flesh dishes being served.
Accompanied by the shouts of Gui Chancellor, three figures entered the grand hall: Shu Mountain's White Eyebrow Daoist and Jinshan Temple's Master Fahai.
The entire hall fell silent as the demons and monsters looked at them with trepidation.
Qin Feng was taken aback; the names sounded too familiar. He looked up to see a white-haired old Daoist carrying a long sword, followed by a young man with sword-like brows and starry eyes, who also bore a long sword on his back.
A handsome young monk stood nearby, with thick eyebrows and large eyes that glinted sharply. In his right hand, he held a meditation staff, and in his left, a golden bowl, exuding an aura of Buddhist wisdom.
The Dragon Lord rose with a serious expression. "Bai Mei Daozhang, Fa Hai Master, what brings you here?"
Bai Mei bowed slightly to the Dragon Lord. "I merely brought my disciple to see the world; I hope I haven't disturbed you."
The Dragon Lord glanced at the young man behind Bai Mei, scrutinizing him closely. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes before he smiled and congratulated Bai Mei. "Congratulations on taking on a disciple! Jian Gu Tian, a genius of the sword path."
"Ha ha, you flatter me, Dragon Lord," Bai Mei replied with a beaming smile, waving his hand humbly.
The Dragon Lord turned his gaze to the monk, wondering who Fa Hai Master was.
Fa Hai remained silent, his piercing gaze fixed on a certain direction.
At that moment, Black Python looked oddly at Black Mountain Old Demon, who was glaring angrily at Fa Hai, sensing something ominous brewing within him. "Brother, is Fa Hai here looking for you?" Black Python couldn't help but ask.
Black Mountain Old Demon nodded and then coldly addressed Fa Hai. "Fa Hai, are you a dog? Why are you still chasing after me?"
Fa Hai replied coldly, "Black Mountain Old Demon, you dare to destroy Lan Ruo Temple? Your sins are heavy; as a monk, I must seek to redeem you."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "Now that you've finally emerged from Black Mountain, don’t think you can escape. I will ensure your redemption."
Black Python couldn't help but ask in astonishment, "Brother, do you have a grudge against him?"
Black Mountain Old Demon looked at Fa Hai but still responded. "Yes, this Fa Hai's first place of ordination was indeed Lan Ruo Temple."
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