Ah Qing wandered around for a while, then started groping with his head on the ground.

Soon, a faint brilliance bloomed at her fingertips.

While she was deciphering the formation, her other hand was still playing with the formation disk to perfectly conceal her aura.

After about one stick of incense.

Ah Qing grabbed Shen Yi's sleeves, glanced at her aunt who had finally sneaked in, then grabbed her wrist, and the three of them disappeared from the spot.

In the midst of the brilliance, a cramped room spread out in front of you.

The first thing that caught his eye was a mysterious sword hanging on the wall.

The sword is slender and contains boundless coldness.

At first glance, it is not ordinary.

Ah Qing quickly took out the small book, then leaned over to look at it carefully. After a moment, his pupils tightened.

She covered her mouth and whispered: "This is Wutong Mountain's casting craftsmanship!"

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Chapter completed!