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Bai Suixin's heart leaped for joy as he exclaimed, "Noble friend, your generosity is admirable!"
The Black Wind Demon Monarch reminded, "Still, Bai friend, be sure to speak kindly of me before the elder ancestors of the sect."
"Naturally."
Bai Suixin said enviously, "Today, I can speak with noble friend as an equal, but in the future, once noble friend becomes a disciple of Heaven's Secret Child, I shall have to respectfully address you as Uncle-Master."
"Hahaha, Bai friend jests. We each speak for our own."
The Black Wind Demon Monarch laughed heartily, envisioning the scenario already—becoming a disciple of the celestial, ultimately being venerated as a patriarch upon achieving divine enshrinement through the offerings of incense.
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Heavenly Mountain.
Golden Light Hall.
Zhou Yi was practicing the art of illusion, his sleeves humming with the sound of talismans as his mana stirred, receiving a message.
