Su Zhenghao stared at the spot where Hu Jianxiong had just been standing. He stood there for a long time, the yellow paper clutched in his hand, before finally letting out a sigh. Since coming to the Cangfeng Sect, Hu Jianxiong had been his first and only friend, but now… this.
“This immortal talisman is the cause of this disaster,” Su Zhenghao murmured, his gaze fixed on the paper. As he looked, his eyes sharpened. Something about it was
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