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Inside the holy land of Tianzong.
In the back garden.
"No! You simply can't do that!"
"Why do you want to pass the position of the headmaster to me for no reason?"
"The ancestors once established a rule that every headmaster must rule the holy land for a full eight thousand years, unless he dies in battle or violates the ancestral precepts."
"Qiming. You've only been in charge of the Holy Land for over two thousand years. It's still a long time before the eight thousand year deadline. Are you planning to give up your position?"
"You didn't listen to some traitor's rumors and thought I was stationed in the vast western desert and was dissatisfied, so you wanted to rebel?"
Two men with very similar figures and looks were drinking fine wine in front of a beautiful jade table.
It was Zong Qiming and his brother, the West Route Elder Zong Qitian.
The two are brothers.
We have been practicing together since childhood and growing up together.
The feelings are extremely deep.
Zong Qitian was impatient and stood up as he spoke.
"I have no desire for the position of headmaster. I only hope that after the eight thousand years, you and I can travel together hand in hand. That would be beautiful!"
Hearing his brother's words, Zong Qiming smiled leisurely.
Reach out and gently brush it.
"Don't worry, brother. Giving up the throne is exactly what the ancestor meant."
Zong Qitian then sat down again with a mixture of disbelief and doubt.
"Brother just returned to the Holy Land today, so you might not know yet. Your grandniece was traveling a few days ago and was seriously injured. Her Tianjing root bones were dug out, causing her entire foundation of Taoism to be destroyed!"
"boom!"
The white jade table in front of Zong Qitian shattered with a loud bang.
A strong killing force swept out.
This is the killing power left over from his many years of stationing in the endless wasteland and hunting the Yellow Sand Tribe.
If Zong Qiming hadn't stepped in to restrain him.
I'm afraid the entire back garden will be razed to the ground.
Those servants and maids will also be turned into bloody mist by this murderous force.
Among the Huangsha tribe, Zong Qitian has a nickname.
That is, the Yellow Sand God of War!
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