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The Daoist laughed coldly and said, "Since you have already admitted to it, don't blame me for being impolite." The Daoist Priest's hands flashed with a silver light as a pair of silver-white gloves appeared.

Zhu Ji, who was standing a distance away, had a look of realization on his face. He whispered, "Chasing after his soul. So it's him. He's actually not dead yet