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The man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was big and burly, with an exceptionally high nose. His eyes were bright and spirited, but one was larger than the other, and his ears also seemed asymmetrical. Even the top of his head was somewhat crooked. This definitely wasn't the result of an injury. After all, his cultivation was so high that I couldn't see through it. If he had been injured, it certainly wouldn't have left him like this. He must have been born that way.
He was Laughing Thousand Swords? You have to be kidding me.
Yet the clothes he wore were clearly those of the Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect. The few Nine Heavens Divine Sword Sect disciples who had been guarding outside quickly flew over and began calling him Sect Master.
This time, I had no choice but to believe it. Beside the fleshy-faced Sect Master Laughing stood a tall, slender woman, at least on Han Shanshan's level. She stood there prettily, dressed in blue and white, with a blue sword bag strapped to her back. As for what kind of sword it held, I couldn't tell.
As for her appearance, the bamboo hat and thick layer of white gauze over her face prevented anyone from peeking at her. Besides, the gauze couldn't be seen through. Even if someone wanted to use clairvoyance, they would first have to see what technique Laughing Thousand Swords practiced. So even I didn't dare make trouble out of thin air right then.
This must be the legendary Laughing Mengtong.
I wasn't optimistic about this Laughing Mengtong anyway. From a genetic perspective, that wasn't an outrageous thing to say. If her father had grown into a man like this, how good-looking could his daughter be? She had to