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Wei Ling's face paled slightly. Qin Xuan had already treated him coldly, as if there was a grudge between them. However, not long ago, he stole Qin Xuan's saint artifact. What would the outcome be?

He didn't dare to think further.

"No matter what, it's the fifth prince of the Jia Ye Empire. He actually stole someone else's sacred weapon