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"Sir, calm down. Tianyou and I have already made plans. We will save you," Xiao said.

"It's too late. As long as I leave Paramita, I will definitely die without the help of the Paramita Flowers," Ouyang Ting said.

"Why!?" Xiao was alarmed.

"I should have died a long time ago. It was these Paramita Flowers that sustained me to this day, but at the same time, I endure indescribably inhuman pain at every moment. If I didn't know that Little Lan and Tianzuo would definitely come for me, I wouldn't have wanted to live any longer." Ouyang Ting paused before continuing, "Don't speak. Listen to me. Even if you take me back, the monsters in the Holy Temple won't let me off. Only by handing me over to them will you have a chance to expose that matter. Anyway, I'm already a dead person. After I die, it doesn't matter where this useless body lays. As long as you take the thing to Tianzuo, I can die in peace."