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... rriage, Li Yuan held the letter for a long time, muttering, “If I can’t get out at midnight, what am I supposed to do?”
He hadn’t forgotten that there were seventh rank martial artists from the Holy Tree Temple keeping an eye on his neighborhood. As an average weaponsmith, how could he possibly slip away from their watch at midnight?
Up front, the driver, actually a disguised undying husk, had been eavesdropping and naturally heard Li Yuan’s murmurs. Cursing his partner’s poor pl ...
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