Mr. Mei recognized the unique luminosity of the "Truth-Telling Skill" at a glance.
The two were too close, and the huge disparity in cultivation lay before them.
So, Mei Shouyi could only watch as the "Truth-Telling Skill" struck into his chest.
"Lettuce Devouring Young Butterfly's efficacy, I shall tell you when I return. Now, tell me where Little Yan and the rest of them have gone?"
Ji Junqiao said this, casually throwing the transparent cover to Song Xili, who was still unresponsive at the side.
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Inside the Colorful Secret Realm.
The Old Dean of Qingmu Academy, who was splitting up to search for the whereabouts of the young Taoist, suddenly stopped.
He raised his hand to pinch his brow and said,
"Strange, why do I have this ominous premonition, as if something is closing in?"
Walking ahead in the same group, Grandma Yu stopped when she heard this and turned back,
"It's not that your Upper Realm Taoist little ancestor has caught up, is it?"
