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Yan Jiuke's wishful thinking was in vain. When Zhao He returned to his own tent, he was there as well. The dignified seven foot man held onto a small embroidery needle as he helped Zhao He repair the tent.

Zhao He: "…"

Indeed, the people that their Rakasha Hall had groomed were not simple and all-powerful.

"I'm back."

On the ninth day of the ninth year, Zhao He greeted her