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Chapter 4623: 5.0375 Sacred-Grade Divine Descent Talisman

"With your cultivation, even if you couldn't defeat those harpies, you could still summon people to help you."

Fan Meng's voice paused, a hint of confusion on his face as he secretly glanced at the Little Stoic. "Just now, Master Mou Yang said… you have a personal divine domain."

"At worst, if you couldn't beat them, you could hide inside, couldn't you?"

The Little Stoic scoffed, retorteding exasperatedly, "I'm not like you secretive people. If I can't beat them, of course, I'll still fight! Why run, why hide? Am I someone who hides?!"

Fan Meng: …

As expected, talking to this little one, one must be prepared to be choked to death!

"Cough, cough." The red-clothed man, leaning by the door, couldn't help but cough twice. He stepped into the room, waved at the Little Stoic, "Stoic, we meet again."

The Little Crown Princess looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes deep and eerie, like mercury shimmering in a deep pool, making it impossible to discern her true emotions.

"Stoic, why exactly have you come?" The red-clothed man chuckled, dragging a stool and sitting in front of the couch. He asked directly, "Tell us your purpose, and we'll see if we can agree to it."

Qiao Mu stared at him for a moment, avoiding the question, and said calmly, "I want to see that old scoundrel."

"Who?" The red-clothed man blinked curiously, looking at her with a hint of regret. "What's so good about seeing that old scoundrel?"

"I have something to discuss with him."

"Can we be present?" The red-clothed man asked jokingly.

Qiao Mu showed no expression and replied coldly, "As you wish." Her indifferent demeanor suggested she truly didn't care if they were present or not.

"Well, you're being good when you say that," the red-clothed man chuckled, nodding. He looked at the little girl's appearance and really wanted to reach out and pat her head. "Our staying here is for your own good, you know. That old man has been trying to refine you since just now!"

"If we weren't here to protect you, he would definitely have devoured you."

Qiao Mu let out a "hehe" laugh, a rather strange one, her expression unmoving, a bit like a cute but insincere smile.

The red-clothed man twitched the corner of his mouth, waved his sleeve, turned to the doorway, and called out, "Go invite the Master over."

"Qiao Qiao, you?" Hearing Fan Meng's call, the red-clothed man turned back and saw the little girl sitting upright, pulling out a golden, shimmering talisman from her sleeve.

"Sacred-grade golden talisman?" The red-clothed man exclaimed in slight surprise. "What do you want to do?"

Sacred-grade golden talisman, a Divine Descent Talisman!

She had drawn hundreds of Divine Descent Talismans, but only this one Sacred-grade golden talisman emerged. With the quality of this talisman, she didn't know what kind of immortal being it could summon. Theoretically, it should summon a master of Immortal Venerable level or above from the Sacred Domain, as Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable had mentioned. She just wondered if they would be like Rotten Peach Blossom, who would come and then refuse to leave.

Qiao Mu's fingers trembled, and a surge of talisman power rapidly flowed out.

The green-clothed and blue-shadowed figures, who had just arrived at the doorway and hadn't yet had a chance to speak, couldn't help but freeze. They watched as the golden, shimmering talisman floating in the air suddenly shattered in the void, radiating light. In an instant, the entire room was enveloped in beams of light.

Fan Meng instinctively reached out and grabbed the Little Stoic's arm. However, the Little Stoic didn't even move an inch from the couch, not at all looking like she intended to escape. Fan Meng froze, subconsciously glancing at Qiao Mu.