Translator: Aran

  “What the? It is the……”


  As the crowd was exclaiming and discussing spiritedly, Ye Qingyu also took on a look of shock.

  He knew the man who had taken the stage and the sword.

  It was Liu Shaji.

  The figure standing on the Storm Platform clasping the White Lotus Immortal sword in his hand was surprisingly the one who was always with him, Hu Bugui, Nan Tieyi and Old Fish, the unrestrained youngster who he hangs around with, Liu Shaji.

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