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... o's expression darkened. As he inquired, he sank his mind and spirit into the Divine Lotus within his Sea of Consciousness, which comforted him slightly.

"Eh, not afraid of me anymore... It seems you have something to rely on?"

The man apparently noticed the change in Hou Yuxiao's emotions. He turned around, and just as Hou Yuxiao had guessed, he was indeed a middle-aged man with a square face and thick eyebrows, only there was a huge scar extending from the corner of his right e ...

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