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"If it were so, how lovely it would be for me to spend every day holed up in the sect playing games," Qi Yuan said earnestly.

He was inherently socially anxious, ill-suited to be a savior.

It was one thing to pretend in a game; there was no need to do so in reality.

The other Venerables who heard this statement looked at each other, some dared not to speak.

The words of the Blood Sword God truly baffled them.

Jiang Lingsu looked at her senior brother, a smile flickering in her eyes.

The senior brother was still that familiar senior brother, his words always so uniquely refreshing.

"Do not worry, predecessor, we will surely do our utmost to cleanse the moral atmosphere of the Immortal Cultivation World," Venerable White Fish said with a resolute voice.

The Venerable who used to swear freely now felt cold sweat on his back.

"We are willing to create a peaceful and loving Immortal Cultivation World for our predecessor!"