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Su Qingyue's gaze was cold and her surroundings were very quiet. However, she did not let down her guard.

Ye Zichen clenched his fingers, while the air seemed to freeze for a split-second.

Su Qian Yue pursed her lips and looked at a corner with a sharp gaze. She rubbed her fingers together and shot the Crimson Sun Silver Needle towards that corner.

However, there was no response