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When Zhang Tingwan was tending the fire, Zhou Xuanqing cast a spell.
Though usually a cunning character, she was still a few rungs below Zhou Xuanqing and couldn't recognize the origin of this spell.
This wasn't merely about tending the stove to save someone but a kind of communication secret technique.
He was contacting someone.
At Gudao Peak, Gu Chen returned to the peak, held his chest, and spat a mouthful of blood. He didn't head inside in a hurry but went to the backyard, stood in front of the jade, remained silent for a long time, then turned and left through the corridor, returning to the cultivation room.
He didn't know that just as he left, a faint red light gleamed within the jade wall, as if a fire was slowly burning.
Though it carried no warmth, it shone brightly.
At this time, when Zhou Xuanqing didn't get a response from the other person, he wasn't anxious, knowing that this founder had a worse temperament than himself.
