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The setting Sun draped down faint red lights that reflected off the crystal clear pond. The waves glistened and the scenery was too beautiful to be absorbed all at once.

Before the pond, Ling Xian's expression was collected. His white robe softly tussled in the wind like an immortal.

The gold lion's body trembled with fear. Staring at the silhouette, it didn't dare to move.

It only had one thought.

[Dead. I am dead. To have ran into this demon is worth eight lifetime of bad luck!]

The golden lion cried without tears. Originally, it thought it could enjoy a feast. But instead, it turned out to be a curse that threatened its life.

"Hmm?"

After noticing that the golden lion was not moving at all, Ling Xian frowned, "I will repeat myself. I will give you three seconds to disappear from my sight."

Then, he uttered out a cold word.

"One."