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However, he still felt uneasy. After Li Qinghou put on the bracelet, he raised his chin and began to walk forward solemnly. With a jingling sound, he walked out of his small wooden house.
Outside, he could hear the sound of bells ringing. After taking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, then quickly patted his haversack, holding a spear in his hand.
The wind blew his hair as he left his yard.
From a distance, he almost looked like a ball. He had a huge iron pot on his back, a spear in his hand, and Flying Swords here and there. It was quite a sight.
As he walked past, countless Outer Sect disciples of Xiangyun Peak saw him and were astonished.
The ringing of the bell grew more intense, causing the hearts of countless Outer Sect Disciples to start pounding. Even some Inner Sect disciples headed to Mount Daoseed to watch the proceedings.
As Yan Xiaobao advanced, more and more Outer Sect Disciples joined his ranks. Xu Baocai was among them, leading the cheer.
