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The moment master scattered spirit disappeared, Zhao Hai realized that he had returned to the small tree. His hand was still touching the small tree, just like what he had done earlier.
Zhao Hai could not help but be stunned. He was sure that he was not dreaming just now. Moreover, he did not go to any other place just now. He was in his sea of consciousness.
Zhao Hai furrowed his brows. He was sure that it was master scattered Spirit's soul that was talking to him. He didn't go to any other place, but was in his own consciousness.
However, what Zhao Hai didn't understand was why there were so many people who appeared before master scattered spirit. Why was he an immortal, then a monk, then a scholar, then a Daoist? What was going on?
