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Crack.
Without wind, a tile fell, shattering in the courtyard, right before Master Zhu's shoes.
This seemingly insignificant scene caused everyone in the courtyard to twitch, and the atmosphere instantly turned eerie.
"…"
Master Zhu shook his head, letting out a light sigh, "You wandering spirits and wild ghosts from the Martial Temple can really be quite bothersome."
As he spoke, the old crone released his arm, no longer appearing dazed, and coldly looked up at the sky.
The rest chuckled as they discarded the items in their hands.
Then, they looked up with disdain.
However, it was only an instant before their complexions turned ashen.
Master Zhu was also stunned for a moment.
He couldn't understand why a robust and magnificent white horse would appear above Song State.
But as soon as he saw the black eyes on the horse's forehead,
Master Zhu let out a ferocious roar, "Bring out the Xuanwu Heavy Cauldron!"
