Upon hearing this, Su Tu was stunned. His eyes drooped as he looked at his own palm. Accompanied by a flicker of Immortal Light, the slender hand transformed into a tender little hand.
"There's truly no such thing as coincidence." he mused in his heart.
Then his mouth curled into a smile, and he said to Mo Chenghai, "The matter of the bait, leave that to me."
"Teacher, how do you plan to do it?"
"I..."
"I have a younger brother..." Su Tu's voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Huh?? Ah???"
On the other end, Mo Chenghai's expression turned into one of complete bewilderment.
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The world was gloomy, pitch-black disastrous clouds weighed upon the firmament, as if another realm was about to collide with it.
Tiny electric serpents surged within the dark clouds, nurturing an unimaginable storm, looming over the dome, threatening to crush the human world.
The crowd on the street hurried along; even the Martial Artists were unwilling to step outside in this accursed weather.
