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"Li Chong, invite these fellow Daoists to Hongtu Hall. Your Dragon Martial Uncle will receive them there."
The female cultivator glanced at the dozen or so cultivators present. After courteously greeting Lu Zhang and the Wei surname Integration stage cultivator, she did not invite the two of them. Instead, she spoke calmly to the Nascent Soul cultivator.
Seeing how courteous and polite the female cultivator was, the cultivators naturally bowed and saluted one after another. Even Lu Zhang and the Wei surname cultivator wore delighted expressions as they clasped their fists.
Watching the female cultivator behave this way, Qin Fengming suddenly understood. If Crimson Flame Mountain could stand tall in the Dark Sea Region, yet its disciples were all like those two Core Formation cultivators from before, then its reputation would truly be undeserved.
As Qin Fengming and the two others departed and vanished from sight, longing appeared in Lu Zhang and the others' eyes. Yet they all understood that among Integration realm cultivators, there were absolutely not many who could receive such treatment.
The Core Formation cultivator who had previously been so disdainful of everyone now had a pale face, panic showing in his eyes.
Although he was a disciple of Crimson Flame Mountain, he was not a core disciple, much less a Direct Disciple like Li Chong. He was merely an ordinary disciple of Crimson Flame Mountain, without a personal master.
In the past, when cultivators from outside the mountain were received, Crimson Flame Mountain's core disciples rarely took part, and Direct Disciples would certainly not appear. This time, not only had a Direct Disciple personally gone out to welcome them, it had even alarmed Ancestor Qian Yue. How could a trifling Core Formation cultivator like him not be terrified by such a matter?
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