knew who his opponent was.Being from Diaohai Lou just like him, he understood best that illusion wasn't merely a matter of concealing one's direction. If he were to attempt capturing the Tianqing Yun...Chen Guo, with no return valley.

The mist permeates the year, day and night... Rumors of ghost stories abound.

The valley was peaceful and quiet, especially tonight with a few stars shining in the sky. The wooden house stood by the clear stream, and a sense of tranquility flowed quietly through it.

"Woof woof woof!"

The old dog suddenly barked.

The clamour disturbed the night, and ripples spread across the clear stream. The moon's reflection was fragmented on the water.

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The valley woke up.

A rocking chair sat in front of the wooden house, and an old man with white hair was dozing on it.

"What's the fuss about" he mumbled grumpily, his eyes still closed.

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"Boss, it's me."

A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the light night, quickly walking to the elder's side.

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Woof woof woof!

The old yellow dog in the corner barked at him several times, looking quite fierce.

Unfortunately, the old bones were so tired, they lacked any sense of intimidation.

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That's just because this "newcomer" wouldn't dare to contradict it.

An old man sitting on a bench opened his eyes and looked: “Oh, little snake.”

Fang Huerling had long been accustomed to it.ing about were also really trivial...>But this also fits his forward-thinking personality. If he starts talking about world domination every day, then the sun would be rising in the west.Facing his qu...