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"Old Liu has hundreds of avatars in Nanyang City," Shen Lao San said to Wang Ye, who looked on the verge of collapse, yet he spoke calmly: "Each avatar looks identical, but their structures are extremely different. For twenty years after Old Wu left, we've been dealing with Old Liu's wooden avatars. They're switched out every day, making it impossible to track his location."
Wang Ye: "....."
"However, once you understand the source, it becomes easy to lock down," Shen Lao San said, slightly lifting his head. At that moment, the wary expression on Shen Lao Liu froze.
His body stiffened even more dramatically than Wang Ye's. On closer inspection, one could see a thin layer of frost at his joints, causing his entire body to seem frozen.
"Mystic Water?" Shen Lao Liu's eyes widened, but he only managed to say those two words before black frost engulfed his entire body, rendering him completely immobile, including his core.