543 Maitreya!

With a rustling sound, the inconspicuous mosquito on the paper effigy's shoulder quietly dissipated.

Li Changshou's heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice transmission to Daoist Wen Jing, who had yet to completely disperse her spiritual sense.

"In a while, don't keep using the appearance of this mosquito. I'm not afraid of anything. In the future… I'll add some disguises to my mystical abilities and make them look like Golden Cicada or grasshopper."

In the secret Cave Abode at the foot of the spiritual mountain, Daoist Wen Jing, who was soaking in the pool, was stunned.

Lord Taibai Jinxing was really… a little speechless.

In the secret underground chamber of the Little Qiong Peak, Li Changshou spread out a piece of paper and quietly sorted out the other party's plan.

The news that Daoist Wen Jing brought was similar to the news that Truth Listener had given. However, the perspective was slightly different.