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"By the way, there is one more thing that I am more concerned about." The storyteller hesitated to speak.

"explain."

"Wen Ming, are you still Lao Er's apprentice?"

The masked man was startled: "How do you know?"

"this……"

The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face turned red and he found it difficult to speak.

“This is a long story, so I won’t go into details.”

"I just want to know where the second child went during the period when he disappeared?"

The masked man smiled: "You already know the answer, why are you still asking me?"

"So, it's really..." The storyteller couldn't believe it, but couldn't go on.

Cen Qiaofu laughed and shook his head, recalling the "Dragon Fusion World" style used by Sang Lao of Tiansang Linggong.

Tell the truth.

If he hadn't followed the leader to the Spiritual Palace, he would have had trouble imagining that old man Sang would go to such a nook and cranny.

"For that Wen Ming?" Cenkou asked.

Apart from this explanation, it was difficult for him to imagine why Old Man Sang would go to that place.

"No."

The masked man shook his head.

"Wen Ming was just an accident. He didn't stay much in Tiansang Ling Palace. He went back this time just to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling."

"But it's no use."

The masked man laughed and continued: "More importantly, it is a plan."

"What plan?" the storyteller asked curiously.

The masked man glanced behind him lightly and said, "It's done."

The two of them looked back at the same time.

There is no name, no other existence.

But they all know that in this space, there is an interdimensional space crack leading to the Void Island.

The human body is invisible to the naked eye.

"Then there's another thing..."

The storyteller understood, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, his face lit up with joy, and then he squeezed out a flattering smile as if asking for credit, and was about to say something.

"Wait a minute."

When the masked man saw this, he knew it was not a good thing and stopped him directly, turning his head and looking in all directions.

Then, he lowered his head and his eyes slid across the ground.

He frowned.

"I always feel like something is wrong..."

"Did you really come here with only one sword?"

The masked man looked at the storyteller doubtfully.

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller glanced at the four swords still floating behind him and said hesitantly: "Wen Ming, are you really here?"

"It's not Wen Ming..."

The masked man curled up his hands that were tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, shook off the discomfort and said, "But there are more than four swords."

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller, Cenchov spoke at the same time.

The masked man was a little uncertain, his eyes hesitant.
Chapter completed!