Five or six suppressed laughs, coming from all directions and varying in pitch, burst out abruptly in the quiet night sky.
The expression on Li Pingyi's face turned immensely bizarre in an instant.
Li Youdao's back stiffened. The grandmaster aura he had so painstakingly cultivated was instantly torn to shreds by these bursts of laughter, and his old face turned the color of pork liver.
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