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... o Xie Ping, "The Hall Master will ensure a fair result for all."

"I think I’d feel more comfortable going with you," Xie Ping said, looking at Yu Batian, whose killing intent hadn’t diminished."

"Hmph!" Yu Batian snorted coldly and turned away from Xie Ping.

"Principal, we want to go too!" the students from Mors stated firmly.

Lei Fengqi glanced at them and said, "Since you are our guests, you may follow. But whether you can enter will depend on your luck." With t ...

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