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He looked up, staring at the Formation, while his Uncle invisibly fixed his gaze on him.

At this moment, the Gui Tao's people had already used the Planting Devil in Taoist Heart to take residence inside Xuan Sanren.

Crane-haired yet with a youthful face, his eyebrows and eyes strikingly handsome, his expression cold and detached.

Caught "stealing a lesson," and now under his Uncle's scrutinizing gaze, Mo Hua felt a bit guilty and said with an obedient smile:

"Uncle, you've become even more handsome!"

The Gui Tao's people stretched out a slender finger, flicked it gently, and touched Mo Hua's forehead.

Mo Hua collapsed softly and fainted, lying on the ground.

His little face was pale, lashes dark, breathing fine and evenly spaced.

The Gui Tao's people looked at Mo Hua, their eyes shifting in thought, emotions turbulent.

Disciple… what exactly did you teach this little thing?

How did you manage to teach such a… perplexing disciple?