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Ye Tianchen let Little Zhu Yan stand on his shoulder, then walked over with the appearance of a leisurely Taoist into the crowd. Looking at the mountain gate not far ahead, he furrowed his brows slightly. There were elders from the Wang family, the Tripod Sect, and the Xinyang family, these three powerful local legacies of the Penglai Ancient Martial World, all seated cross-legged in front of the mountain gate, facing the crowd. There was a light screen at the mountain gate, seemingly impossible to breach, waiting for it to open by itself. These three legacies occupied favorable positions, ready to rush in and seize the treasure as soon as the Light Screen Formation opened, giving them a slightly better chance than other martial artists.
