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Gui Tao's people had an expression as indifferent as ever.
He looked at Mr. Zhuang, at this junior brother he had not seen for hundreds of years. His dark pupils showed a trace of vigilance and solemnity, but then they became blank again.
Here, there was nothing.
No arrangements, no murderous intents.
And his junior brother, burnt out and exhausted, was utterly different from the unrivaled, untamed genius he remembered.
In Gui Tao's heart, a sense of anger welled up for no reason, his voice also carried an eerily chilling coldness:
"Where is your Heavenly Secret Calculation?"
"Where is your Immortal Sky Formation Flow?"
"All your cultivation, abilities, methods, and strategies, where are they?"
Mr. Zhuang gave a bitter smile, "I'm at the end of my path and powerless to return to the heavens, why would I bother wasting those efforts..."
Violent colors surged in the eyes of Gui Tao's people.
"So, you are just waiting here to die?"