"Why?" Du Bufan's eyes flashed with a look of surprise like a shooting cold star, vanishing in an instant. His gaze was as sharp as a keen blade, seemingly able to pierce straight through the human heart. He was utterly perplexed, finding it impossible to understand why the Zaohua Sect possessed the Millennial Stalactite Milk yet refused his request.
Elder Huang let out a deep, heavy sigh. That sigh sounded like a muffled, rumbling thunderclap that suddenly exploded beside everyone's ears, then lingered for a long time in the air, which was so heavy it felt almost tangible, as if bearing the endless suffering of the entire Zaohua Sect. "Our sect has suffered a near-catastrophic disaster. We originally intended to bury this secret deep underground and never speak of it to outsiders. But now that you have arrived, Fellow Daoist, and harbor doubts, it is truly difficult to conceal it any longer."
"Fellow Daoist surely knows that in this Fantasy World, our Zaohua Sect is renowned far and wide for its exquisite and peerless geomancy techniques. It is as though we possess eyes capable of penetrating the profound mysteries of heaven and earth; we can clearly discern the winding, meandering paths of dragon veins beneath the earth, and we can precisely unearth the spirit mines hidden deep within the mountains and rivers. However, while this geomancy is wondrous and extraordinary, it is precisely like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Every time it is practiced, it is akin to taking a da…
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