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The capital was still bustling with activity. The sun had yet to set. Tang Xuenan touched the tattoo on her temple as she dragged the two tall and valiant men back into the house like bodyguards.

Mo Bei was always staring at Lan Zhan. No matter how he looked at the white robe, he felt uncomfortable. "Bro, isn't it hot to wear?"

Lan Zhan replied flatly