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Li Ping'an: ...
He really had a narrow vision.
He had never thought of knocking out a Heavenly Immortal from Yongchu City and capturing them before.
Grandma Linghua brought Li Ping'an and Daoist Zisang directly back to Yongchu City. By the time they brought the beautiful Demon Race woman back to their lodging, the place was already bustling with activity.
Seven highly respected Daoists were lying unconscious on the ground.
Old Tianli sat under a tree with bold and unconstrained airs, holding a cup of hot tea and leisurely savoring it.
Qing Su held the Xingyin Sword at the entrance, while another Heavenly Immortal, Wen Rou, stood beside Old Tianli with a smile, holding a purple clay teapot in her hand.
Grandma Linghua took a seat next to Old Tianli and sighed, "This black mink is the Demon Race's liaison. That Ge really did conspire with the Demon creatures."
Ping!
The porcelain cup in Old Tianli's hand was instantly crushed.
