Landing silently in the cave, Ava Morgan looked around at the golden light balls that were constantly approaching the Taoist priest.
Her eyes moved slightly, and she tentatively raised her palms. The golden light that was originally being fused and refined by the Taoist at a very slow speed, at this moment, all gathered towards her.
Ava Morgan raised his fingertips slightly and held the ball of light in his palm, with some guesses in his mind.
With a frown on his face, the Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged deep in the cave opened his eyes.
He was still wearing the tattered Taoist robe. Perhaps because he had stayed in the cave for too long, his hair looked even more messy, even messier than the dry grass in the cave.
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