Qiluo Mountain City Divine Temple, East Straddling Courtyard.
Accompanied by a splashing sound, a drenched Li Buxian leaped out of the Lock Dragon Well.
His face was as black as coal, a gloomy expression as he returned to his room.
Chen Mu's Divine Thoughts projection was sitting by the Lock Dragon Well, watching Li Buxian with satisfaction.
"It wasn't in vain that I bustled about all day."
"Finally saw that old fogey's infuriated black face."
"It was worth it, oh yes."
He was just about to return to the Divine Statue Grotto Heaven, gleeful, when he lifted his eyes and saw Li Buxian, now in a set of dry, crisp black clothes, appearing once more.
And a black gourd was tied around his waist.
The surface of that gourd was dark, with silver threads faintly discernible, compared to yesterday's gourd, it seemed cut from the same cloth!
"So this thing isn't the only one, dammit!"
"Got all excited too soon, dammit!"
Chen Mu's face instantly turned pitch black.
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