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Qing Yu held a teacup in her hand as she listened intently to the conversation of the people downstairs, her face highly unimpressed.
Having heard Bai Zhi Yan, she then turned her gaze onto him and replied. “There’s nothing surprising about that. Winners stay and losers leave, perfectly normal.”
Bai Zhi Yan raised an eyebrow and then leaned in a little closer. “Are you really going to the Faint Mist Sect? Do you have a particular motive?”
He would obviously ...
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