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“Guest, your rush order is here.” the Mixed-blooded roc said respectfully.

“Here, this is the agreed-upon Spirit Stone.”

After handing over the Spirit Stone, Ji Zhi pointed to a puppet nearby.

“You take this puppet for a spin in the sky.”

“Understood.”

As the mythical beast flew without using any Spiritual Energy, it didn’t break the rules, Yu Yin had nothing to say.

Yin Yu silently stared at Ji Zhi, not saying a word.

How thic ...

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