C115 The daily work of the bus sima ling

A tight defense network had indeed formed around the Vermillion Bird Sect.

However, it seemed that there weren't enough people entering or exiting. Compared to the two hundred people who were guarding the door, it was a little sparse.

"Incomer, dismount!" I was blocked by a loud shout, which quickly turned into a gentle greeting, "Greetings, Young Master!"

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