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Indeed, this world is inherently flawed. Yet, who wouldn't wish for someone to rise up and tell the spiritually numb populace that they are human, not beasts? They are not merely beasts of burden, grinding away at life. They have the right to live for themselves!
Xiao Xu remained silent, seemingly unable to comprehend why his master was so agitated. After all, it was just a notorious Deviant Arts practitioner, a Left-Handed Evil Cultivator—someone everyone sought to eliminate, wasn't it? This was precisely the oath he had taken upon joining the Thirteenth Division!
"Master, should we make a call?" Xiao Xu scratched his head and asked.
"No need for a call!" A young man dressed in a Black Shirt, with pupils as dark as ink, slowly emerged from the depths of the abandoned rooftop.
Thud.
Plop.
A half-burnt cigarette slipped from Lao Cao's fingers and fell to the ground.
Before Xiao Xu could even power on his phone, it too tumbled to the floor, shattering its screen.
"I-I-I can't believe this!" Xiao Xu stammered. "Master, it's Zuo..."
"Alright, alright! Look at you, so pathetic!" Lao Cao trembled as he lit another cigarette, forcing a bitter smile. "Daoist Zuo, you've been here all along?"
From the shadows emerged a wickedly charming smile—it was Zuo Ci. He held a Paper Man talisman delicately between his fingers.
Zuo Ci raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Daoist Sect Shen Tong? You mean to tell me that you in the Thirteenth Division haven’t taught this?"
Lao Cao took a deep breath. Suddenly, he felt a bit dizzy. Was dizziness normal after a deep breath?
Xiao Xu, on the other hand, was somewhat agitated, mostly out of fear. He thought to himself, I will go back and tell my mother that I am not a coward! The time was two-thirty in the morning when I saw Daoist Zuo, just ten meters away—absolutely real! Can I eat?
Zuo Ci sat down and picked up the instant noodles from the ground. He removed the fork that was stuck in the bowl and began slurping up the noodles.
Lao Cao swallowed hard. In the Daoist Sect, paper cutouts were usually used as avatars; the more skilled practitioners could cultivate them into external incarnations using Ling Ti, but they would only possess about seventy percent of their original strength. Yet this avatar of yours is a one-to-one replica!
There is indeed such a saying. Zuo Ci nodded, slurping up the last noodle and swallowing it down. He then picked up a hand-rolled cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of grayish-white smoke with a smile, saying, "So I improved it!"
Lao Cao observed Zuo Ci's demeanor and felt something was off. Although he had rudely eaten their noodles, there was not a trace of the ferocity typical of Deviant Arts practitioners in his expression; instead, he appeared calm and composed like someone from the Righteous Path.
Zuo Ci could not possibly be practicing Righteous Method. But no matter how Lao Cao looked at him, something felt wrong!
As for explanations, he decided to wait for now. He extended his palm, and a crimson banner fluttered out, swirling with thick black Yin Qi. The banner was triangular in shape, with a white tail gently waving beneath it.
The banner's material was smooth, as tough as leather.
Lao Cao was a man of Special Class. He pointed at the banner, his lips trembling. Xiao Xu looked completely bewildered.
"Master, isn't it a bit early to talk about Lao Tie?"
Moreover, Daoist Zuo's skills were nothing short of impressive. It was simply astonishing! A Paper Man clone hanging at the Dao Realm level.
Do you know that guy's name? Zuo Ci grinned widely, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth.
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