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"Master Wen Yin?"

Su Qingyue softly called out. Her gaze landed on the green figure under the peach blossom tree.

The figure seemed to be startled and even the tip of his finger paused for a moment. Then, he turned his gaze and his glass-like eyes reflected Su Qingyue's figure. It seemed as if there was something complicated going on.

"Yes."

Su Qingyue stepped forward quietly