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He shook open the talisman, and the space slowly twisted, the talisman expanding into a pouch from which he poured out a male corpse replete with Evil Qi. The Corpse Refiner was strong and tall, its body inscribed with runes that gathered evil spirits, drawn with spiritual blood. The flesh of its corpse bulged as if alive, yet its eyes were empty, devoid of any soul.
Wang Chan wore a wicked smile as he whispered in the deserted room, "The substitute is ready. You all discuss who should go and pluck Tang Luo's head for me."
As he spoke, the Saint Child of the Wang Clan of Southern Heaven sat back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, as though waiting for something.
After a while, Wang Chan opened his eyes and laughed, "I knew it would be you who would prevail in the end and capture that arrogant brat for me."
"..."
"Indeed, just like when I was five years old, you always come out to protect me when I need it the most."
"..."
