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"Yuexi." Although his voice was hoarse, it was gentle.

"Yes." Yue Xi replied.

"You shouldn't be an ordinary person, right?" The old man said.

"I am the guard of the leader of the Nine Feathers Tribe." As she spoke to here, Yue Xi's eyes flashed with a faint sadness. She looked at the Nine-coloured Feather by her bedside, grief filling her eyes