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The soft whips had now released Zisang Chi and Yasuhiro. They stood up, one looking at Zisang Ming, the other at me, their eyes strangely united.

"When did she come back?" Even the words spoken were the same. However, this time, the tone between the two was very different.

The ashen face on Zisang Chi's face did not retreat at all. He looked at Zisang Ming as if he wanted to tear him to shreds