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Direction of the inn.
Niu Yihu, covered in blood, collapsed onto the ground.
Looking at Master Song, who slowly emerged from the darkness in the distance, despite his pale face, it bore a mocking smile.
"Taiching, if you ask me… you're really too foolish."
Master Song looked at him indifferently and said carelessly, "You can try to struggle with words, I still have some time today."
"Do you think I'm bluffing?" Although Niu Yihu had collapsed, he maintained a condescending demeanor, which made the old man in front of him uncomfortable.
Niu Yihu continued, "You old native have no clue about the current world situation."
"Great changes are underway; the spiritual tide is surging. All this is to start in no more than nine months."
"Don't you understand what this represents?"
"Before the surge of the spiritual tide, a war sweeping through two worlds could break out at any moment."