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"What's troubling you, Martial Uncle?"
"Cough, well, This Poor Daoist was thinking," Immortal Huanglong hesitated, "Shall we talk inside?"
"Please, Martial Uncle."
Li Ping'an closed the doors and windows, Immortal Huanglong set up a barrier, and both sat down at the desk in tacit agreement, Immortal Huanglong just about to speak, but couldn't help sighing deeply.
"Why do you sigh, Martial Uncle?" Li Ping'an asked with concern.
"Ah," Immortal Huanglong's aged face showed a hint of bitterness, "Ping'an, you might not know, but I... had a truly miserable time throughout the ancient era..."
Li Ping'an: ...
"Back then, This Poor Daoist was a war dragon of the Dragon Clan."
With a wave of his large sleeve, Immortal Huanglong unfurled scroll after scroll of epic panoramas, which bombarded Li Ping'an.
