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Mo Ao quickly retracted the Soft Sword back to his waist, and placed one hand on Qi Tianyun's shoulder: "My father and the others fought with alcohol until now, I think they must be drunk, we can finally have some peace of mind."

Qi Tianyun shook his head and sighed, "Seems like Elder Brother Mo's victory isn't too good."

Mo Ao put on a helpless look and said, "I also don't want to be like this