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Yan Qingyang panicked. She knew she couldn't do it. If she kept delaying, Mo Hang might recognize her. Plus, she couldn't stop him here, so she might as well call that middle-aged Female Cultivator.

"Little Lord Mo, I dare not!" Yan Qingyang lowered her head and said in a low voice.

Mo Hang initially felt an itch when he saw Yan Qingyang's petite figure. However