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Despite not wanting to see the Immortal from Jiushan Sect again, Old Mr. Xie dared not skip going to town; rather, he had to go on time.
At noon, a vacant lot in the town gathered over ten thousand people.
Old Mr. Xie squeezed among the crowd. His eldest son, worried due to his father's old age, also came along.
The crowd was dense and dark; Old Xie was old, his back bent, making it impossible for him to see ahead.
Suddenly, a glowing large painting floated above their heads.
The painting was fully fifty feet long, thirty feet high.
Old Mr. Xie looked up, only to see an image appearing inside the painting. Upon closer inspection, wasn't it the stage upfront?
He was familiar with this stage; on market days, there were theatrical troupes performing a few shows.
On the stage, several disciples in Jiushan Daoist Robes stood, and one disciple who looked like a young girl stepped forward — it was Xiaoqing.
