Just as Zhen Xiaoxiao silently rolled his eyes at the mouse and the random drawings on the wall, an old but excited sigh suddenly sounded in front of the mountain wall.
"My little friend has a good eye."
A grayish-white old coral, under the gentle ripples of the water, instantly turned into an old woman.
Although she was extremely old, her back was bent, and her face was covered in layers of wrinkles, it was still inconceivable that she was able to emit an aura that made one's mind restless with every movement she made!
An illusionary expert!
The moment she saw the old coral's transformation, Zhen Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted violently!
As soon as the figure appeared, she seemed to return to the time when she first saw Wanwan in the Void Spirit Palace. She almost rushed forward to pick up the dead mouse and protect it behind her.
She never thought that there would be such an expert hidden in Wind City!
Wasn't it said that only cultivators in the Soul Splitting Stage could condense a spiritual power doppelganger and cultivate in the Empyrean Pole for a period of time before reuniting with the real body?
Looking at the actual situation, it seemed that some cultivators still left their doppelgangers in the Empyrean Pole after successfully returning to the Empyrean Pole!
Although Zhen Xiaoxiao was very vigilant, the old coral seemed to have no malice toward the mouse and did not even look at Zhen Xiaoxiao. She stepped forward and excitedly grabbed the mouse's little paw. With tears in her eyes, she said, "After waiting for thousands of years, I have finally found a bosom friend in front of this miracle!"
"Granny Guan …"
Seeing the old woman appear, the plum blossoms, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum behind the gray mouse looked shocked, especially the chrysanthemum beauty, who seemed to worship the old woman very much.
"Little guys, shut up. I don't care what you want to do, but now I want to discuss the fate of the authentic work with my little friend. The eight of you, don't interfere!"
Although the old woman was old, she was full of vigor!
Granny Coral held the long staff in her hand and quickly drew a circle on the ground, isolating the plum blossoms, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum, pine, cypress, and mountain maple, and only herself and the gray mouse. Then she excitedly pushed the water out of the mouse's stomach with her palm, raised her hand to point to the ink ball on the upper left side of the mountain wall, and asked eagerly, "Little friend, do you think that is a sword mark?"
An old man and a young man, two people who didn't know each other at all, actually started to talk seriously.
"Right, those are sword scars. Even though the strokes are smooth and smooth, the sharpness is hidden within the tip of the brush, faintly resonating with the yin and yang of heaven and earth!" Rat nodded his head in affirmation. He finally had a place to vent all his opinions (bullshit). He directly ignored Zhen Xiaoxiao and started to discuss with the old lady intensely.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's jaw dropped to the ground once again as he stared at the balls of ink that looked like dog poop on their fingers.
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Completely disregarding the feelings of the onlookers, Rat and the old coral woman, who were sitting in the circle, intensely discussed with each other. Although the two of them were speaking the human language, Zhen Xiaoxiao was in a trance, feeling as if he couldn't understand them at all.
Not only was Zhen Xiaoxiao's expression stiff, but the gazes of the eight "beauties" were also flickering like candles in the wind, about to be extinguished at any time.
An hour passed.
The celestial music played by the princess of the Dragon Palace drifted over from afar, starting to be mixed with traces of humility, as if she was inviting the guests over for a chat.
Two hours passed …
The harp's tone became extremely impatient.
Three and a half hours passed.
Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was about to fall asleep, was suddenly woken up by the frightening sound of the harp being smashed. She lazily rubbed her eyes and vaguely saw a graceful female figure sitting under the red coral tree, her buttocks numb. She angrily tore apart her veil, trampled on the golden harp, and left in a rage.
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