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"Greetings to the Daoist Sect Leader!" The crowd bowed in reverence.
"Dispense with the formalities," Xu Xuan surveyed the surroundings.
The Red Dragon, having devoured the ghost spirits, revealed its hundred-zhang body as it freely soared through the void.
A cocoon at Xu Xuan's waist cracked open, and out flew a large white bird.
"Big brother, why didn't you leave any for me?" the Golden Crow spoke in a whining, childlike voice.
The entire process lasted no more than three breaths, and an earth-shattering catastrophe had ended in a very comical way.
A moment ago, Xu Yifei and the others were still worried about the future, but now it was resolved, and without even requiring the Daoist Sect Leader to personally intervene.
Xu Xuan remained silent, and the others did not speak either, waiting instead for the Daoist Sect Leader's next directive.
Xu Yifei could only speculate in his heart.
