The gaunt old man solemnly spread the five fingers of his hand, and a long, crimson, crystal-clear feather appeared in his palm, as if meticulously carved from crystal.
Tong Ya's expression changed unpredictably. After gazing at the feather in his hand for a moment, he suddenly shook his wrist and tossed the item back, then took a deep breath and said to Bao Hua:
"Bao Hua, I never expected you to have such fortune, to have met that esteemed person. Since that's the case, for the sake of this person, I can trust you this once. Speak of this so-called plan that benefits all, and this old man will at least listen."
"Thank you for your understanding, Fellow Daoist. Then I shall speak first. I assume the other Daoist friends have no objections." Bao Hua said with a smile, glancing around.
"No need to be polite, Daoist Bao Hua, we also wish to hear what your plan is."
"Indeed, given Daoist Bao Hua's reputation, this old man naturally trusts you."
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