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After taking care of all the Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage and the Meat-Winged Monsters, Xiang Beifei collected the Yin Ice, using a bubble to contain it. Regardless of where this mass of black mist originated, it was certainly a good thing.
When Xiang Beifei returned within the range of the mound spirit, the White Flame Skeleton, unable to leave the range of the mound spirit, had been anxiously waiting on the periphery for them.
"Fire Ancestor, sir! I have seen the Fire Ancestor!"
The moment he saw Xiang Qingde, his whole being became excited. He hurried over and knelt down respectfully, performing a devout greeting to Xiang Qingde.
"Rise, I never taught you this formality; there's no need for this," Xiang Qingde, who naturally recognized the White Flame Skeleton, said. His consciousness usually just stayed dormant.
