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... ht won’t be coming back. His scent is currently getting further and further from us,” Xia Fan looked in the direction where Light had run to and turned back to talk to Nikai. “He’s left through a very narrow cave that we have no way of using.”

Nikai was stunned. She refused to believe that the very respectful and introverted boy would actually abandon them.

Though Xia Fan did not explicitly state that, even Nikai could guess that it all must have been a ploy this entire time. A t ...

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