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The old man winced in pain and hurriedly let go of the little girl.

The little girl scrunched her brows and spat several times from the corner of her mouth.

Only then did the taste finally fade.

"You're just a coward. Didn't you predict that we'd face another tribulation soon? You insisted on taking me to live in a ruined temple, hiding here and there all day long~"

The little girl snorted coldly. Recalling the past few days, she puffed up angrily.

"Ancestor, that's the Destiny-Severing Tribulation. If our identities get exposed, with the greed of those humans, wouldn't they strip our tendons and skin us alive~"

The old man sighed and tried to persuade her, a bitter smile on his face.

The hexagram of the Destiny-Severing Tribulation was exceedingly strange. There was chaos, confusion, death, disorder, and life—but only the faintest sliver of it.

If the travel funds on him had not run out, he would never have secretly set up a stall here.

"Ah~"

"Then, Grandpa... humans, humans aren't that terrifying, are they~"

The little girl turned pale with fright and stepped forward to tug at the old man's sleeve.

"Hard to say. Ordinary mortal martial artists would be one thing. What I fear is that group..." The old man let out a low sigh.

"Old sir."

At that moment, a somewhat androgynous voice rang out.

A middle-aged man sat on the little stool before the stall, his face fair and clean, carrying a slight air of scholarly refinement.

The old man's expression froze. He instinctively looked up, then abruptly paused.

The newcomer's brows and eyes were upright—so upright that he did not seem like a living person.

High cheekbones, low brow ridges, a straight nose bridge, thin lips.

Each of his features looked ordinary