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"Young Master?" Fuzi shouted.

Ke Bozhao narrowed his eyes, his palm pressed against the surface of the box, yet he remained silent.

Outside, the rain continued to fall endlessly.

When Zhao Jing returned to the Qianyuan Hall, he sneezed a few times. Looking up, he just happened to see Jian Xi, with Ling Yin Jr., guarding outside Qianyuan Hall