"Well, you can dress up as woodcutters, fishermen, and village girls, and say there's a famine!"
Qiuqiu offered her suggestion.
After all, the master is kind-hearted; isn't that how those people from the Continent of Heroes got in?
Try again, it'll definitely work!
"It's not impossible!"
Iron Shovel agreed, and the three of them took the lead in contacting the Source-Tracing Ice Crystal. Then they bid farewell to the others and said they needed to make some preparations.
After the three left, Ming Fengyan kept his gaze fixed on Bai Yi.
He was dressed in a snow-white mink coat, which concealed his typhoid fever. He still radiated light.
Feeling uneasy under Ming Fengyan's gaze, he couldn't help but be the first to absorb the ice crystals after inheriting from the three others.
When he returned, Ming Fengyan's eyes were still fixed on him.
He couldn't bear the staring any longer and finally asked.
"Who are you...."
"Ah, I...I am a divine weapon of my master, uh...called Netherworld Sealing Flame."
"oh."
Without asking any further questions, he plunged into the crowd, using sheer numbers to conceal his body.
Ming Fengyan did not join them, but watched quietly from the side.
Qiuqiu, who was next to Bai Yi, heard him muttering softly.
"Someone's come along to steal my job!"
"I have to say, buddy, your statement is a bit off!"
"She's my master's favorite weapon!"
"And you don't even seem to have met your master. You're basically here to steal my job!"
Bai Yi recognized Qiuqiu and glanced at him.
His secret thoughts had been overheard, and his proud face flushed slightly.
"You're such a busybody. I was just saying."
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