Chapter 175: The Great Sage

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In an antique room.

Smoke swirled and lingered.

A man dressed in plain clothes sat cross-legged on a cushion with his eyes closed. If one were to ignore the fleshy insects crawling on his legs, the scene would have been quite poetic.

Knock, knock.

A cautious knocking sound came from outside.

The originally tranquil room seemed to be disturbed, and the smoke permeating the room suddenly paused.

It was only then that one realized these "white mists" were not gases at all, but another type of even smaller insects. Their dense numbers created the illusion of smoke.

Now, these insects began to stir, causing the "smoke" to rapidly gather towards the door.

Fortunately, the man sitting on the cushion in the center opened his eyes. He whispered softly, and the insects in the room immediately quieted down, returning to the initial state of lingering smoke.