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"How hateful." Yan Ling punched on the stone wall as blood flowed down from his joints.

"Why is Second Prince so impatient?" A man calmly sat on a chair in the dark room and asked with raised eyebrows.

"You?" Yan Ling turned his head and pointed at the man as he said in disdain, "This prince can't keep his cool. What qualifications do you, a fugitive