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Sovereign Withered Wood could naturally sense the trap behind the corpse puppet, and he could very clearly sense that it was tied to Luo Chuan.
But what did that even matter? He had already offended Luo Chuan once, so offending him a little more would not change anything. No one could resist the temptation of an Other Shore-level demonic body. If anything, this corpse was a reminder that the couple standing before him were Luo Chuan’s enemies. And if one wished to eliminate Luo Chuan once and for all, there was no better path than to work with them.
Compared to that, the embarrassment he had just suffered in front of a crowd was trivial. At the very least, Zhao Changhe had offered a treasure and extended goodwill.
In the blink of an eye, the entire atmosphere shifted. Where moments ago they had been locked in combat, now the two sides suddenly seemed like old friends reunited after many years. The withered, ancient face of Sovereign Withered Wood split into a hearty laugh as he called out in a booming voice, “Bring out the immortal dew I’ve stored for ten thousand years. Tonight, I shall drink with Fellow Daoist Zhao and his esteemed consort!”
He warmly linked arms with Zhao Changhe as he led them down toward the summit. “To tell you the truth, it’s been at least thirty thousand years since I last entertained a guest… I hope you don’t find my mountain too shabby.”
“Your cave abode holds a distinct charm. It’s far from shabby,” Zhao Changhe replied with poise and elegance, like a cultured gentleman leisurely strolling through an immortal mountain.
Ye Jiuyou followed with a faintly amused smile, her eyes curiously taking in their surroundings.
The summit was veiled in drifting clouds and mist, and stepping into it felt no different from entering an immortal realm. At the cliff edge of the summit sat...
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