Great Immortal Huang flicked his horsetail whisk, striking a pose of ethereal detachment, though unfortunately his face was molded of clay and, coupled with a thoroughly authentic Capital accent, the effect was utterly comical.
"This is clearly my home. How did it become your territory?" Li Muchen asked.
"Your home?" Great Immortal Huang let out a cold snort. "Your surname is Na?"
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