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... nyu realized Yan Mei’s face was pale, and her breath was extremely disordered.

However, that wasn’t the point. The point was that Yan Mei was now sitting on the ground, not on her own seat.

"Master, it seems that these elders of the Blue Star Sect have very poor manners," Mo Huaping said lightly.

Liu Yinyu’s face turned pale; Ding Huan had left her many tactics, but unfortunately, she was now locked in place by the Domain of the man beside Mo Huaping and was completely un ...

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