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"Trouble the Immortal then." Emperor Yu looked at the talking coal ball with surprise.
"Can you fly?" Lu Xingze effortlessly snatched the Gold Command from Mistletoe's claws, leaped, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"I'm going to your grandpa, ah!" With empty claws, Mistletoe was enraged: "Surname Yuezheng and surname Lu, are you brain-damaged? Have you been feeling uncomfortable because I haven't split your head for a few days, huh?"
"Alright, alright, no need to get angry." Di Yibai, waving his folding fan, consoled, "What's your status? It's such a bother to fly around. Leave this errand-type work to my junior brother."
Di Yibai's words made Mistletoe feel somewhat better.
His gaze towards Di Yibai softened significantly, lifting a claw to praise, "In the entire Xuanling Sect, you're the only one I find pleasing to the eye. Just wait, I will reward you."
With a wave of his claw, Mistletoe couldn't produce any Spirit Stones for the moment.