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Wang Baoguang jolted and hurriedly struggled out of the deep palm print.

Yet even in such a bedraggled state, he had still protected his precious miniature Image Recording Disk perfectly. It had not suffered the slightest damage.

After checking the miniature Image Recording Disk, carefully brushing away the dirt and dust clinging to it, he straightened his clothes before nimbly slipping into Wang Shouzhe's study. With a fawning grin, he bowed and scraped. "Great-Grandpa Ancestor, what did you summon me for?"

He looked utterly as though nothing had happened.

Clearly, he was used to getting beaten up.

Wang Shouzhe crooked a finger at him, then spread out his palm in silent indication.

Wang Baoguang's face immediately fell.

He absolutely did not dare defy Great-Grandpa Ancestor's orders. No matter how reluctant he was, he still respectfully placed the miniature Image Recording Disk into Wang Shouzhe's outstretched palm with a mournful expression.

Taking the miniature Image Recording Disk, Wang Shouzhe immediately began examining the photographs Baoguang had taken through its crystal screen.

He had to admit, this kid's photography skills were quite good. Given the same people, the results he captured were simply better than anyone else's.

Wait... wasn't this a picture of him entering Drunken Immortal Pavilion shoulder to shoulder with Yun Tiange? From the angle of the photograph, Yun Tiange looked as though she had nearly leaned into his arms... And there were even photos of him casting a lecherous gaze at Lüqiu Qingyang!

Wang Shouzhe set down the miniature Image Recording Disk and looked at Wang Baoguang with a complicated expression.

How, exactly, had this dog managed it?

"Er..." Wang Baoguang said weakly, "In public places, hiding without drawing attention is much easier than in Great-Grandpa Ancestor's courtyard. Even True Immortals don't keep their divine sense activated all the