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There was a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Fang rubao's expression was obviously a little sad when he said that most of his master had been killed by that person. It was just that he still harbored some hope in his heart, so he refused to believe it.

"Deacon Fang, I wonder what your master's token looks like?" Ling Chuxi asked. If she had not guessed wrongly, Fang rubao's master was the divine level expert who had died at the hands of the setting sun demonic bow that Gu qiusong had seen. She was afraid that he would be upset after hearing that her master had died, so Ling Chuxi had not mentioned this matter.

"It's a small cauldron about two inches tall and one inch wide. It looks like an alchemy furnace, but the runes on it are actually a guide talisman." Fang rubao said.

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