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The Purple Egg actually evaded Xu Quanyao, who furrowed his brow at this but did not forcefully try to grab the egg; instead, he stepped back.
He turned to Zhan Yun, "Brother, it seems like this thing is a bit resistant to me."
After Xu Quanyao spoke, the Purple Egg returned to the center of the withered flower as if waiting for the chosen one.
However, at this moment, within Zhan Yun's dantian, the tiny black hole trembled slightly, releasing a peculiar fluctuation.
The next instant, the Purple Egg flew up on its own, directly levitating in front of Zhan Yun.
The crowd was amazed by this scene.
At this time, Daoist Xing Yang hurriedly said, "Zhan Yun, catch it quick; it must be fated for you!"
Zhan Yun nodded, then gently stretched out his hand, and the Purple Egg slowly landed in the palm of his hand on its own.
"Huh, this egg actually chooses its master by itself," exclaimed the Bai Yun Daoist in amazement.
