Aozheng's body stiffened, and a sense of dread washed over him. It seemed leaving this place this time would prove rather difficult.
He glanced at Xiong Ba, thinking that this jinx really did speak of the devil just as he appeared.
"Leave? Leave for where?" Aozheng continued nonchalantly ladling out the Three-Light Divine Water, acting as if he didn't care about the Supreme Ancestor of Magic at all.
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