Watching the prince leave, Zheng Qingrong's face instantly became gloomy.

"Heavenly Master, why is this prince here?"

Wu Tianshi narrowed his eyes, did not speak, but quietly exchanged glances with him, and then turned around and left.

Zheng Qingrong hurriedly followed.

It wasn't until the two of them came to a room and saw that there was no one around, so Wu Tianshi ordered two Taoist boys to guard outside the door before latching the door.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Master Zheng, it's not that you don't say first

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