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Chung Ye looked at Ye Lingzhi, the light in his eyes scattering into fine shards as a suppressed, restrained emotion brewed beneath his gaze, like the calm before a storm. Just as his thin lips were about to press down, he suddenly moved, bracing Ye Lingzhi by the waist. Once she was steady, he shoved the door open. The moment it cracked, he drew a dagger with lightning speed