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A broad official road stretched straight toward the horizon from the eastern city gate, dense woods lining both sides.

A hundred meters from the gate, within the woods, stood a small octagonal pavilion painted vermilion.

It was called the Farewell Pavilion, a place for those parting ways to wish each other well and bid a lingering farewell.

Inside the Farewell Pavilion stood four middle-aged men with their hands behind their backs, chatting with smiles and no small measure of self-satisfaction.

All four wore dark green robes patterned with clouds. Their bearing was stern, and passing travelers inexplicably did not dare approach.

This was the invisible pressure brought by Venerables, like a hundred beasts encountering a fierce tiger.

When Chu Zhiyuan's group arrived, the four men emerged from the pavilion and clasped their fists in salute.

Li Miaotan nodded slightly. "I've troubled the four gentlemen to make this journey."

Her expression was calm, austere, and noble, utterly unlike the gentle softness she showed when she was with Chu Zhiyuan.

One middle-aged man said solemnly, "Exterminating the Demon Race is a duty we cannot shirk!"

Li Miaotan said, "This time, we will be fighting Demon Race experts. You all came from the Spirit Guards, so you know the dangers involved."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, if there is a chance to kill members of the Demon Race, what does danger matter!"

Li Miaotan glanced at Li Yuzhen.

Li Yuzhen drew four jade bottles from her flowing sleeve and flicked her jade-like hand. The four bottles flew separately toward the four men.

The four middle-aged men caught the jade bottles and looked at Li Miaotan in confusion.

Li Miaotan said, "These are Phoenix Nirvana Pills."

"Your Highness..." The lead middle-aged man hesitated. "This..."

"This time, we will fight