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"As expected of someone of the upper class with the royal constitution. This whip of hers is peerlessly imposing!" Xue Ming sighed inwardly.

Ling Hao smiled faintly, leaned forward, grabbed the red whip, and swung it gently. Situ Yin's body turned around, her face was slightly pale, looking somewhat incredulous.

Why?

This whip of hers was infused with the technique of ghosts