Dou Zhao and Jiang Wang left the stage consecutively, leaving no reason for anyone to linger in the spectator seats.
Zhongli Yan was in a fit of anger, but people had almost all gone.
Only Jin Gonghao politely greeted, "Brother Zhongli, aren't you leaving yet?"
Zhongli Yan suddenly felt displeased, pressed down his cloak, and walked out without a word.
Jin Gonghao was stunned for a while, thinking that this Zhongli was really quite rude. Truly a southern barbarian!
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"Tu Hu, you are all-knowing."
A voice spoke in front of a burning ritual bonfire.
An old man wearing a felt hat, his white beard braided into small plaits, sat on a sheepskin mat, the sacred firelight flickering uncertainly across his face.
Tu Hu, who combined human and deity and regained Yan Dao's strength, merely gave a bitter smile: "Who dares to claim that? I've just seen a little more and heard a little more than others."
