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... eeds, but a thick, ink-black night that stretched all the way across the precipices on both sides. Fan Xian adjusted his clothing, binding together his ripped left trouser leg.
“That fairy’s name was Ye Qingmei,” he said quietly.
“Ye Qingmei?” said Xiao En, shocked. “What are you talking about? Do you mean to tell me that the young lady of the Ye family was the fairy that I met?”
When the Ye family had suddenly risen to prominence, Xiao En was still the spymaster of ...
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