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Cyan Cloud City, thirty li southwest.
A group of cultivators silently sat around within an illusion array, silently waiting for the impending clash.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, did you just feel a trace of divine sense pass by, as if it belonged to a Nascent Soul old monster?" An old man in black robes with a sinister look turned to the commander in charge of this operation, asking.
"It dispersed upon touch, probably not discovered, right!"
"I felt it too, but since we're inside the illusion concealment array, even a Nascent Soul old monster's divine sense shouldn't be able to detect us!"
"The target didn't bring a Nascent Soul guard this time! It must have been some old rogue passing by, otherwise, they would've pounced on us by now!"
"Let's still be cautious, we're in the heart of the Qing Xuan Sect, if we really get discovered, it'll be a disaster!"
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