After the abbot of Qingyang Temple left, Ji Mo walked up, arms crossed, deep in thought.
"I've already found out that the old man fabricated a temple capable of cultivating immortals, and you found it, successfully planting yourself there."
"And this is why you are in your current state."
"But who should I believe?"
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