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... now."
The jovial old man handed a bunch of keys to Qi Xiu and then, as if afraid Qi Xiu would have second thoughts, dashed out of the alley at a remarkably swift pace, vanishing in a trail of smoke.
He shook his head with a light chuckle, watching the dust that hadn’t yet settled outside the door.
Qi Xiu closed the courtyard door and casually affixed a [Suppression Talisman].
For three thousand five hundred taels of snow-patterned silver, he had secured this tranq ...
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