Chapter 1211
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Immediately, Long Bufan suppressed the excitement in his heart and suddenly sped up. He turned into a black shadow and rushed out.
After a few breaths, he landed in front of the gate at the foot of the mountain.
Long Bufan raised his head and looked at the grand gate. The golden words "Ling Xuanwu Province" made him feel the warmth of returning home.
It had been almost four months since he left the sect to participate in the Hundred Sect War. In addition, he had stayed in the Hundred Sect Battlefield for half a year to train. In total, it had been almost a year.
Then, he stepped into the gate at the foot of the mountain. The first thing that entered his eyes was the servant area.
No matter which sect it was, the servant was the lowest disciple. They were distributed at the foot of the mountain to do some chores and logistics. From the bottom to the top was the Outer Palace and the Inner Palace. The top of the mountain was the territory of the Sect Master.
"After so many years, the servant area hasn't changed much."
Long Bufan looked at the familiar scene in front of him and a smile slowly appeared on his handsome face. Then, he took a deep breath and felt the comfortable and relaxed feeling of returning home.
Ling Xuanwu Province was the place where he grew up. It was only in this place that he could relax, put down all his vigilance, untie his tense nerves, and sleep comfortably.
More importantly, in this place, there were the people he loved, the brothers who were as close as brothers, the elders he respected, and a group of united senior and junior brothers ….
Therefore, no matter what happened in the future, the sect would always be his most precious memory. He would protect it with his life!
Perhaps it was because of the heavy rain, but along the way, the servant area was empty and no one came out to move.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Just as Long Bufan was about to walk into the depths of the sect, his eyes suddenly focused. He raised his head and looked not far away. Faintly, there was the sound of wind breaking in the air. From the strong wind, he could tell that it was a warrior with an extraordinary aura.
Soon, dozens of black figures appeared in Long Bufan's sight. Looking at their clothes, they were the Black Robed Deacons of the Inner Palace.
"Why are there so many Black Deacons here? Did something happen?"
Long Bufan muttered to himself doubtfully as he watched the Black Robe Executors flying towards him through the rain. However, judging from the direction they were flying in, it seemed like they were targeting him.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …!!!"
While he was in doubt, the dozen or so Black Deacons had already flown closer and landed neatly in front of Long Bufan.
"Who are you? This is the territory of our Ling Xuanwu Province. Outsiders are not allowed to set foot here without invitation! "The leader of the Black Deacons, who had a sturdy build, shouted coldly at Long Bufan with a solemn expression.
This person was Long Bufan's sworn brother, Raymond, who was ranked second in the family.
The other dozen or so Black Deacons also stared at Long Bufan with vigilance. They felt that this sloppily dressed, bearded guy in front of them had a dangerous aura.
However, Long Bufan could not help but be startled by their hostile stares. In particular, Raymond's solemn questioning voice made the corners of Long Bufan's mouth twitch slightly. Soon after, he grinned and said, "I admit that it was my fault for suddenly disappearing for so long. However, you don't have to tease me like this, do you?"
"Second brother, it's only been a while since we last met, and you've already become a Deacon Captain. Not bad."
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