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... rit Wind Palace squared off, their gazes clashing like swords.
Gao Mingrui chuckled, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms.
"Oh? It seems I’ve struck a nerve. How predictable! The Mystic Flame Sect always talks big, but let’s see if you can back it up in a fight."
Yuan Ziyan was about to retort, but Ling Meiyu raised a hand, stopping her.
"Ziyan, there’s no need to waste your breath on such a person."
Ling Meiyu said calmly, her voice as cold as ice. < ...
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