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Foot of the mountain, the ticket office.

During the conference, Emei closed its tourist channel and cancelled the ticket sales for the scenic spots open to ordinary people. However, this didn't mean that the demon descendants who come to the conference didn't have to buy tickets.

At the most marginal window of the ticket booth, a middle-aged monk, dressed in a robe, clasped his hands and prayed while looking down. He ignored the aggressive young men and women outside the window. However, the monk knew that this was only the calm before the storm, and the next round would begin soon.

Li Xianyu took a deep breath. "OK, I can pay $8,000 for a ticket, but why does a cat need to buy a ticket too? Where is your sense of benevolence? Aren't all of you pure? Your heart is black."