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... >Wang Yun looked at where Yuan Zhen pointed. That was the altar where the Ninth Prince Wang Yan was. Doubt flashed in Wang Yun’s eyes.


“Haha! Stop looking already and hide first,” Yuan Zhen said after turning. Then, he pulled on his hood, hiding his face deeper in it.


“Mister Yuan, please tell me where the ninth altar is,” Wang Yun said eagerly as he shifted his gaze to Yuan Zhen, his eyes shining with fervor.


Wang Yun had never felt so close to being the crow ...

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