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... > A voice tinged with a hint of resentment rang out from below the stage.
Xue Qinghe and the others turned their heads, only to see the silver-haired woman crossing her arms and looking sardonic—the remark had come from her.
"My Lord, we shouldn’t speak recklessly..."
Di Tian, cowardly as ever, whispered a word of caution nearby.
"Scram!"
Gu Yuena glared at Di Tian, her vertical pupils fixing him in a stare that made his blood run cold.
"Yes, My Lo ...
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