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Murong Yan was even more furious when he saw Nan Zhijun personally take out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood stains on Murong Jue. With a single breath, he brushed his sleeves and returned to the banquet. The banquet was still bustling with noise and excitement. Everyone served tea and toasts, and they were all happily chatting to each other.

The more Murong Yan thought about it