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The Flying Insect Carriage transformed into a streak of light and swiftly vanished into the sky.
A hazy illusion emerged.
From within the illusion, two people slowly walked out.
One of them wore a gray robe, with a face pale as a sickly ghost, occasionally coughing a few times.
The other was clad in golden monk robes, with a scar seared into his head, clearly a monk.
"Cough cough... Master Golden Light, I must rely on you to watch over our journey," said the cultivator with the ghastly appearance as he coughed twice and sighed, "That Master Biyu also turned out to be from the Five Elements Qilin Tribe... cough cough... If he dies on our side, it would indeed be troublesome, but if he were to die in the West Six Realms, that would be just perfect."
