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The Mirage Mist Flower resembled an incense stick shaped like a flower, quietly dispersing wisp after wisp of fog around itself, entwining.

It formed a pink wall of mist circled.

This isolated all the sounds from the outside world.

Inside the barrier of mist, after hearing what Song He had to say, Senior Brother Jiang simply quietly looked at him. The two stared at each other—one with wide eyes and the other with smaller ones—for about thirty breaths' time.

Only then did the former voluntarily shift his gaze, and suddenly, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha..."

He laughed uninhibited and hearty, laughing for a good ten or more breaths before finally stopping, his eyes filled with an undeniable admiration as he looked at Song He.

At the same time,

he suddenly stretched out a hand and slowly opened it in front of Song He, revealing a palm as distinctly jointed and fair as a woman's.

Strands of golden energy emerged from within.