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Yan Qingyang understood immediately. This was the soft touch of a persimmon!

Also, what was that middle-aged Female Cultivator doing between him and Mrs Feng? Eh, did she misunderstand something?

While Yan Qingyang was still deep in thought, the two guards came over and dragged her away.

Just like this, Yan Qingyang muddle-headedly entered the dungeon