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Seeing Wu Qiong standing in front of him, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch. The smoke pot that was pressed against Xu Aohua's forehead slowly shifted away, and Old Immortal Shao grabbed onto Xu Aohua's wrist, turning his head to look at Wu Qiong with a sharp gaze.

In Old Immortal Shao's eyes, not only had the person before him tortured his disciple to death