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The cultivator leading the Blood Flow Sect was an old man dressed in deep red robes with long red hair. His face was pale, and he had a slight hunchback. His eyes were sinister, and when he glanced at the current crowd, he licked his lips.
Shockingly, his tongue was not that of an ordinary person. It was forked like a snake's, causing all the disciples who saw it to tremble in fear.
Ouyang Jie and two cultivators named Hai and Lin stopped their conversation and looked at the Blood Flow Sect. When they saw the fork-tongued old man, Hai and Lin gasped. As for Ouyang Jie, his expression turned very serious.
"Snakecale Master," Ouyang Jie remarked in an unfriendly tone. "The Blood Flow Sect is late."
The fork-tongued old man blinked, then flashed a hypocritical smile. His eyes glowed with murderous intent as he looked at Ouyang Jie and said, "Heh heh. I'm late, huh? You've been here for quite some time."
