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The Dark Evil Spirit was sitting in meditation when he jumped up in shock. He was frightened by Qiu Luo's shout, but then he slightly nodded to confirm the answer.

Qiu Luo took a deep breath. His eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

'He is from the great Ye Clan!'

'The heavens bless me. My opportunity has come.'

The next day.

When the Dark Evil Spirit woke up from the deep meditation, he was terrified by what he saw. He looked at the old man and said, "You… You…"

Of course, who wouldn't be frightened to see that?

Qiu Luo was a totally different person after resting for one whole night. His shaggy hairs became neat and clean. He was an old man, so some of the hairs had become gray, but he did not look like an old man anymore.

He stood right there and naturally showed the sharp aura of power on him. He looked steady, experienced, tough, and free…