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As Qin Jue sealed the dark cuisine, the strange smell finally dissipated, and the Xuanyi Mountain Sect gradually regained its calm.
In the past hundred years, this should be the first time the Xuanyi Mountain Sect had encountered such a "crisis".
Who would have thought that the current Sacred Land of the Southern Land would almost be destroyed by a pot of dark cuisine?
"Hu, you scared me to death. I thought Uncle-Master was refining poison."
Zhang Jichen heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, yeah. Too terrifying." Wu Ying chimed in.
Qin Jue :"…"
"…"
After sending Bai Ye and the others off, Qin Jue sat cross-legged on the blue stone. He flicked his finger and directly destroyed the pot of dark cuisine.
"Sorry, Master. I just wanted to cook for you. I didn't expect this to happen."
Killing Dao lowered her head. Her face flushed red and her expression extremely nervous.
"…"