Xuanyang Realm, Xuanling Continent.
Wanyan Mountain Range, the ancestral land of the Jinghuo Clan.
In a secret room, Yan Xin sat cross-legged on a red futon, her eyes were closed tightly, and her body was covered with a red glow.
A sound transmission talisman flew in and landed in front of him.
Yan Xin opened her eyes and frowned.
He grabbed the sound transmission talisman and crushed it, and a respectful female voice sounded: "Old ancestor, a senior came to visit, he claimed to be from Guangzhou
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