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The next day, the atmosphere of despair in the prison continued to spread.

Qing Lin sat there all day scratching his head. From time to time, he would stand up and walk a few laps. He looked very irritated. On the other hand, the Vermillion Bird was sitting there, frowning as it tried to come up with a plan.

Sometimes, the Vermillion Bird would get annoyed and say with a frown, "Qing Lin