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"Woosh, woosh, woosh ~ ~ ~"

The horsetail whisk transformed into thousands upon thousands of threads that surrounded Su Qingyue. The old man slowly furrowed his brows and clenched his fist slowly. The horsetail whisk also rapidly tightened until it formed a ball.

Seeing this, the old man's lips curled up and a slightly regretful expression appeared on his face. However, in the next second