I looked along his fingers and saw a tall figure suddenly appear outside the courtyard gate.
After being stunned, I turned back to Siming and said, "If you make this bet with Yue Lao, I'm afraid you will be the loser in the end."
Siming's expression was sad and he didn't know why.
The man was three feet away from me, with his hands clasped in fists, and he smiled and saluted.
"I, Qianyang, have met the Immortal Liuyin."
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