The Old Flood Dragon chuckled softly, then turned and left the room. From the moment he stepped out of the quiet chamber to the inn's entrance, his figure shifted countless times, merging into the crowd, shifting countless times again, until he vanished completely.
Ji Tiandu wore a look of utter disbelief, his mind feeling like a messy paste.
The other party knew the Great Desolate Immortal Venerable?!
The other party knew his name?!
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