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... She shouldn’t be afraid of mere humans.

Zhang Nu and Liu Hai, seeing Lin Xiao’s imposing stance toward Ling Xi, thought he was being too forceful.

“You’re scaring her,” Zhang Nu said.

Lin Xiao’s expression finally softened slightly, though his demeanor remained firm.

“I’m not here to harm you,” he said. “I just need answers.”

Zhang Nu turned to Ling Xi, trying to reassure her.

“Don’t be afraid. Lin Xiao always speaks like this—it’s just the way he ...

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