Chapter 334: A Solitary Lamp
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 334: A Solitary Lamp

In the military camp outside Xuanliang Commandery, a figure emerged from the central military tent, and then disappeared into the expanse of the world. When it reappeared, it had already arrived in the courtyard in the commandery city.

Entering the courtyard, it appeared in that house. It was not night, but there was indeed a solitary lamp inside. A man stood at the door and said respectfully, "The matter has been handled. Everything in Xuanliang Commandery today is under control."

"Well done, Yuanshan."

After a moment, a voice of praise, neither loud nor soft, emanated from inside the house. Judging from the voice, it seemed to be an elderly person.

Listening to this familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Daoist Yuanshan lowered his head even more, saying softly, "It's this disciple's honor to be able to serve Ancestor."

"Hehe, what do you mean by serving me? Accomplishing this task is to eliminate a major calamity for the entire cultivation world. How can it be my personal selfishness?"

The voice of the elderly man held some vicissitudes of emotion, but it mostly carried a sense of helplessness. "How can the monarch of Great Liang be so easy to kill? Even the Demon Emperor couldn't keep him in the Demon Realm. Even if we, this group of people, take advantage of the situation, where would we find the courage?"

As he spoke, the old man laughed. "Yuanshan, come on in."

Daoist Yuanshan's expression instantly became extremely solemn. He pushed open the large door and walked inside.

The current room was relatively simple in its arrangement. In the center, there was a wooden table with a lone lamp atop it. Despite it not being nighttime, the room appeared somewhat dim. Even with the faint light from the lone lamp, it did not manage to illuminate the room much.

Beside the wooden table, there stood four individuals, each with white or graying hair, solemn expressions, and perhaps a tinge of sorrow.

Among the four, the one standing north of the wooden table, the person at the head wore an old daoist robe. It seemed to h

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