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Wen Zheshi did not seem to be satisfied with Lin Hao's question. He said in a reproachful tone, "Master, isn't he right there? Master has never left the Seeking Dao Peak. He has always been like this."    

    

He has always been there? Didn't the disciples of the sect not see Master a few times in a year?    

    

Lin Hao focused his attention and looked around the peak. This time, Lin Hao widened his eyes and scanned every rock, every weed, and every rock carefully.    

    

However, other than the big rock that was standing at the center that was slightly moldy, he still did not find anything.    

    

Could it be that it had turned invisible? Martial Spirit's methods were so terrifying?    

    

No!    

    

With the egg stir-frying incident along the way, as well as the deadly poison of the disciples, a bold idea flashed across Lin Hao's mind.    

    

Lin Hao suddenly turned his head, took out the stinky boots from under his feet, and threw them towards the rock that suddenly stood up on the peak. Lin Hao even shouted, "It's decided that it's you! Come out, Master!"    

    

The moment the boots hit the strange rock, Lin Hao suddenly heard a deep male voice, "Who is it? Visiting me?"    

    

Immediately after, he saw the rock standing in the middle move!    

    

The stone suddenly split open, and a deep pattern appeared at the center. Then, it fell to both sides, revealing a person sitting cross-legged. If one were to look closely, one would be able to see the bald head of the old man sitting on top of him. There were spots of white, not hair, but more like mold...    

    

An old man jumped out from the rock!    

    

Lin Hao widened his eyes and stared at everything that happened in front of him.    

    

This...    

    

I knew it was poisonous!    

    

Lin Hao felt as if the world was spinning. He really threw out a Master with his boot? The way he appeared was still very special.    

    

Before Lin Hao could recover his senses, he saw Wen Zheshi walking over. He patted Lin Hao's shoulder as if he was mourning and comforted him with grief, "My condolences. That's right, this is me, Master. Oh. That is, you, Master."    

    

Lin Hao had a feeling that his brain might have been poisoned today. How could it be so easy for him to screw up? Was it because he could not bear it in his heart, or was it because this world was too crazy?    

    

Lin Hao touched the corner of his eye and found that there seemed to be a little moist feeling...    

    

Wen Zheshi strode towards the old man sitting in the middle. Under Lin Hao's watch, Wen Zheshi stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's collar. Wen Zheshi even scolded him.    

    

"Sleep my ass! Get up and receive the guest! Master! "    

    

Lin Hao:... ""    

    

He didn't know what to say, so he decided not to say anything.    

    

Why did Wen Zheshi's words give Lin Hao a strange feeling? He kept thinking about it, but he still couldn't understand the meaning behind it.    

    

He wanted to know what it was like to receive a guest.    

    

Lin Hao simply sat cross-legged on the ground and quietly watched the development of the situation.    

    

The old man who was being held by Wen Zheshi swayed a few times in the air before he suddenly opened his eyes!    

    

In an instant!    

    

However, nothing happened.    

    

After the old man woke up, he swayed a few times in Wen Zheshi's hand. Finally, he managed to rip his already decayed collar apart. Finally, he escaped from Wen Zheshi's hand and fell to the ground with his head facing downwards.    

    

The old man seemed to have gotten used to it. He calmly pulled his head out from the ground and sized up Lin Hao in front of him.    

    

Everything was so natural...