Chapter 1455
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Then, Long Bufan walked to the spacious hall from before. The seven spiritual orbs were still floating at the top of the hall.
Looking at the different colored balls of light, Long Bufan had already made a decision in his heart.
At this moment, a skinny figure appeared in the hall like a ghost. He stood behind Long Bufan with a smile on his face.
Long Bufan, who had sensed the aura, turned around. It was Elder Mu.
Long Bufan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "If I'm not wrong, this old man should be asking the Tower Spirit if I'm a clone."
Looking at the calm Long Bufan in front of him, Elder Mu smiled and said, "Long Bufan. Can I call you that? Or if you want to give it another name, this old man can give you some advice. "
Hearing this, Long Bufan was certain that the Tower Spirit had helped him hide his true identity. Since Elder Mu asked this question, he obviously believed that he was a clone.
Then, Long Bufan said indifferently, "Long Bufan is me, and I am Long Bufan. There's no need to change my name."
Elder Mu smiled and nodded. "Haha, I also think that this name suits you. After today, you will be a Deacon Disciple of the Shrine Pavilion. When you go outside, you can report directly to the Deacon Hall. This is your entry token."
With that, Elder Mu flipped his hand and took out a palm-sized black token from his storage bag. He handed it to Long Bufan.
Long Bufan gripped the black medallion in his hands. It felt rather cold to the touch. It should have been made from some sort of top-grade adamantine. And then, Long Bufan lowered his head to inspect it. The surface of the pitch-black medallion was covered with complicated totemic runes. In the middle of it, there were two scarlet characters: 'Executor'.
However, on the right side of the word "Deacon," there was a small circle. Inside the circle, there was the word "Compound."
Long Bufan's eyes narrowed. Without a doubt, the word 'Compound' represented the identity of a clone.
Previously, he had heard from Elder Mu that although the clone's talent was not as outstanding as the original's, it was extremely loyal to the Divine Hall Pavilion. It could even give up its life unconditionally if driven by certain interests.
However, in Long Bufan's eyes, this kind of loyalty was more like a mindless slave. Previously, after learning about his sensitive background as a descendant of the Yimo Bloodline, as well as the fact that he had killed several Sky Hall's disciples in this promotion training ground, in order to not attract too much trouble, the best plan now was to hide himself before he became strong enough. This was the best way to ensure his safety.
After all, it was hard to tell what was in a person's heart. In the Shrine Pavilion, where the forces were tangled and complicated, it was not as simple as in Ling Xuanwu Province. The slightest carelessness would put one in danger, and one would not even know how one died.
After keeping the black token in his storage bag, Long Bufan cupped his hands and bowed to Elder Mu as a disciple. He said solemnly, "Thank you, Lord Mu. This disciple will do his best for the Shrine Pavilion in the future and contribute everything."
Seeing Long Bufan's loyal expression, the trace of doubt in Elder Mu's heart completely disappeared. If Long Bufan was not a clone, in his territory, there were dozens of ways to make Long Bufan accidentally die. Even if the Deacon Hall investigated, they would not be able to find any evidence.
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