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"What the hell is happening? Why is that strand of hair floating?" Chen Ping'an felt a chill of fear. He could accept a strand of hair being blown away by the wind, but he couldn't accept it slowly drifting before Xu Wendong.
Wu Mei's eyes were also filled with shock and disbelief because she saw Xu Wendong pinching the spell with one hand. Was he a member of the mystical sect?
Wu Mei's knowledge surpassed that of Chen Ping'an. She knew that there was an extremely rare and powerful existence in this world, those who were adept in mystical skills and lived in famous mountains and secluded valleys, solely focused on the pursuit of knowledge and the secrets of the heavens.
The method Xu Wendong used now was very much like that of a mystical sect member.
In the next second,
They clearly saw that the strand of hair transformed into a blood-red light and merged into Xu Wendong's brow, vanishing without a trace.
