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In the courtyard, the High Priest and Feng Qingyu's auras stagnated. They looked at each other, and a chilling aura filled the air. The spear emitted a light sound, the dragon armor felt cold, and the long hair fluttered in the wind.

"You have to agree to this matter. Even if you don't, you have to. Otherwise, your end will be very miserable. You can treat it as me threatening you