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Xue Mei didn't mince words. Stepping into the small shop, she smiled and said, "Oh? Do you have any special..." Her words abruptly ceased.

The moment she entered the shop, an endless profound Tao sentiments emanated from the calligraphy and puppets in the outer hall.

Various grand principles erupted, surging towards her. "Miss, what's wrong?" Xu Yan asked as Xue Mei suddenly stopped moving upon entering the shop.

In his mind, he pondered if this woman was trying to stage a confrontation. However, he hadn't even touched her, so if she could still initiate a confrontation from a distance, that would be absurd.

At the moment Xu Yan spoke, the profound Tao sentiments dissipated instantly. They could only be comprehended when actively sought; they no longer automatically manifested.

Xue Mei, with blood-red eyes filled with awe, looked at Xu Yan with a touch of wariness.

She tried to calm herself and said, "Senior, it was disrespectful of Xue Mei. Please forgive me."