"Please take your seat, Great Immortal--" The voice of the old man with the goatee suddenly rose in pitch, and the chanting of the mantra stopped abruptly. His eyes widened and his pupils shrank to a single point.
The next moment, the old man exhaled sharply from his chest. At the same time, a gust of wind came, and along with a ray of white light, the eggs on the futon disappeared.
Instead, there was a snow-white...
"dog?"
Julian Tao's eyes widened slightly. As soon as he spoke, he noticed a few vague glances from around him.
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