While the tribulation cloud was still heaping abuse upon the Heavenly Dao for its ungrateful act of killing the donkey the moment it finishes grinding the mill, Liu Bufan stretched, got to his feet, and walked over step by step.
The tribulation cloud gave a start, curling up in the corner of the cage looking weak, pitiful, and completely helpless.
Looking at the trembling tribulation cloud, Liu Bufan unlocked the cage, squatted down, and said calmly:
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