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As he performed the spell with his right hand, the young man's eyes gleamed coldly. His cultivation base surged instantly with the fluctuations of Qi Condensation Level 8.
Yan Xiaobao propped himself up, looking at the shield in confusion.
"Brother," he said, "what's going on? Why can't I enter the sect? I am Yan Xiaobao, an Outer Disciple of Xiangyun Peak!"
The young man frowned, and just as he was about to say something, he was surprised and began to speak.
"Hold on, you're Yan Xiaobao?" The more he looked at Yan Xiaobao, the more familiar he seemed. He had attended Yan Xiaobao's funeral, his portrait above the tombstone. A tremor ran through the young man as he realized Yan Xiaobao's clothes were stained with blood, and he gasped. "You... you're not dead??!!"
"I'm not dead at all!" Just as Yan Xiaobao stared in amazement, the young man excitedly pulled out a piece of jade and sent a message back to the sect.
