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Xin... Jiu.
An exceedingly commonplace name.
The rich young master looked toward his several servants and shook his head, clearly disbelieving.
Their group was, coincidentally, nine in total.
Street swindlers, how could they ever tell the truth.
What was originally a bit of fun had now stirred up some anger.
The young master said, "I didn't ask for your name. Aren't you Qing Bao? Speaking of which, your statue doesn't look quite right either, though the craftsmanship isn't bad."
"Pure Treasure Heavenly Venerable is formless and shapeless, after all. He can appear in any guise, but the face is mine. How could you not believe me? You've already spent the money, you must have some connection to immortality."
Xin Jiu said, "When that Great Qi Sect has its Ascension ceremony, your fate with immortality will arrive."
"Oh? But you may not be able to see it. Do you even know who I am?"
