"The master of your soul is the prophet of your destiny." In a room as plain as a snow cave, a young man with a gentle temperament and eyes as transparent as glass was leaning against the wall. He opened his lips slightly and recited this sentence in a rhythmic manner like reciting a poem.
On the jade bed opposite was a slender man, his whole body wrapped in golden red flames, his features could not be seen, one could only vaguely feel that his face was turned towards the literary youth, and he said coldly: "Speak human language."
The one wrapped in the flames was naturally Teacher Shen, whose Taoism heart had lost its stability and whose true fire had overflowed. The only one who could stay by his side at this moment was Teacher Wan Moshi, the host of the emotional mediation program, who was also respected as a teacher by the people of the Ten Thousand Immortals League.
Wan Moshi put his hands in his hair and combed it for a few times, then leaned his head against the white wall, with a pure and holy temperament, and responded without any worldly airs: "Don't look down on us who are doing emotional mediation. Look at yourself now, who else would dare to approach you except me?"
Jasper Shen's voice came out from the flames. It was a little hoarse than usual, but he was still full of energy. He said bluntly: "Why didn't anyone come? President Yu and the leaders of various departments just came to see us."
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