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"This newcomer... seems unreliable, but my intuition tells me he certainly has something out of the ordinary, some secrets." The man in black spoke softly.

An Qiao smiled mischievously, "Perhaps, he has encountered a Cultivator and mastered a Spell."

The man in black recalled the conversations they had had all along and nodded in agreement.

"Unfortunately, here, Martial Arts are supreme, and possessing trivial Immortal Laws is hardly worth mentioning," the man in black seriously responded.

The cultivation of Immortal Law, compared to Martial Arts, requires much longer time.

Moreover, arriving in this Underworld, one's Cultivation Level would be reduced by a whole rank.

So to speak, it's not worth mentioning at all.

"Who doesn't have some secrets? You have them, I have them, and even our captain has them," An Qiao said with a light smile, leading the big black dog, "Fatty Dog, let's go."

Fatty Dog was muttering at this time, "Actually, I have secrets too."