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Lord, what are you looking at? A respectful question came into Shier Hong's ears. He looked away and smiled at the fat man in the cap. Thank you for your concern, Prefect.

The short-statured and unassuming Prefect rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands in flattery, and turned to Wu Zhiya who was resting on the side with his eyes closed. What about this lord? You're tired