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... ly aloof. He didn’t care at all! The newcomers were not high rank and didn’t seem to be from the core origin dao universe. Core origin presence tended to be striking, so that was not who’d come. He would sense it if it was those such as the Exalted Blood Emperor and would be slightly wary of them.

Just the Sword Sovereign alone was proving extremely difficult to deal with. He had to be on guard against those from New Martial.

But these ones... were not!

In that case, ther ...

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