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Shen Luo saw this and breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out in the hall, coming from the man in the black robe.
Golden light flashed continuously on a storage magical tool on his wrist, and strands of green light emerged from it, emitting an extremely fresh fragrance. Those nearby who smelled it felt their pores open and their bodies relaxed, an indescribable comfort washing over them.
"Ginseng Fruit! So it was you who stole the Immortal Fruit!" Jieyin Daoist suddenly looked towards the black-robed man and quickly gestured with his right hand.
A streak of blue light shot from his hand, leaving a trail of afterimages, instantly arriving above the black-robed man's head—it was a blue flying sword that slashed down from the sky.