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The atmosphere in the Qianyuan Hall had become a bit awkward, as if they were standing in an icehouse. Zhao Jing squeezed the hand inside his sleeve, and started to think about how he could resolve this awkward situation.

But before she could say anything, Ke Bozhao seemed to have noticed Zhao Jing's dilemma and automatically retreated from the battle. Ke Bozhao bowed and said respectfully