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Two figures materialized out of thin air, one shrouded in black and the other in gold, aligning themselves beside Daoist Zixu in the vast emptiness.

The one in black, a gaunt old man, cast a glance at Peter Parker, who stood across from him. A chuckle escaped him as he said, "Old Daoist Zi Xu, this young man must be King Xiao's disciple, am I right?"

"Indeed, he is," confirmed Daoist Zi Xu