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"Daoist Immortal, are you a deity?"

Zhang Xiaofan opened his mouth several times, but his voice was still weak. He finally managed to voice out the doubts he had suppressed deep within his heart.

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's voice, the man turned around and frowned.

"What is an immortal?"

The man seemed puzzled.

He was sure that he was very familiar with the word 'immortal'