Chapter 61
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。 Based on what you said, people with devil souls like to kill and devour evil spirits. I secretly set up the Nine Yin Soul Congregation Formation on Azure Cloud Mountain and spread the rumor that it was haunted. Logically speaking, it should have attracted the Fiend Star, but the person you're looking for still hasn't appeared. "
He scratched his head. "I think that maybe the Fiend Star … isn't as evil as we predicted. Maybe he's actually a normal person."
"Before the Fiend Star is born, he's good at hiding. It's not surprising that you couldn't find him. However, Tian Xuan, you've been wandering outside for many years. You seem to have forgotten a lot of the family teachings. " Chen Weiyuan said, "Fine, you should reflect on it. The Dao Exchange is about to begin. When you come to Heavenly Pool Mountain, I'll test you again."
Chen Xian Yu broke out in cold sweat when he heard this. He quickly changed the topic. "The Heavenly Secret Pavilion usually doesn't participate in the Dao Exchange … Brother, are you here to accompany Senior Brother Xu?"
"It's rare for Qing Yue to have the heart to participate, so I'll accompany him," Chen Weiyuan said calmly, "However, I have other important matters to attend to in Heavenly Pool Mountain."
Chen Xian Yu nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"That's right," Chen Weiyuan suddenly said, "there's one more thing."
He took out the rubbing of the Beauty's Book. As he opened it, Chen Xian Yu also began to flip through the pages of the original book in his hand.
Until it stopped on a blurry portrait.
Chen Xian Yu blinked.
He had revised this painting dozens of times over the past few years. However, that person lived in seclusion and rarely came out. It was rare for him to even see that person. That person was not as easy to talk to as many of the senior sisters in the sect. He did not dare to steal the painting openly. Based on the impression in his mind, he still could not draw out one-tenth of that person's charm even after three years.
Chen Xian Yu regarded this painting as the work he would be most satisfied with in his life. However, at this moment, it was still only a half-finished product.
He did not expect Chen Weiyuan to suddenly open this painting in front of him.
He looked at his brother's fingertips that were used to playing chess and sketching on the blurry portrait and asked with interest.
"Who is he?"
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