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The smoke wafted gently, and within it, Zhang San glimpsed the youth of before.

Meanwhile, within that haze, Xu Qing saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

As the smoke slowly dissipated, the two of them looked at each other. Xu Qing smiled, and so did Zhang San. He knocked the pipe on the ground, letting the ash fall off.

"What should I help you refine this time?"

Zhang San asked.

Xu Qing waved his hand and took out the small bottle which held his magic warship, placing it in front of Zhang San.

Over the past few years, due to the increase in his cultivation, he rarely used his magic warship, and it had become useless.

However, Xu Qing didn't want to give it up. Hence, other than catching up on the past, he also wanted Zhang San to help him do a major upgrade on the magic warship.