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... wo of them, clashing constantly and causing the air to ripple!

“As expected! You’re not a martial artist, but someone who practices ancient martial arts. No wonder you could see through my injuries at a glance…”

“Tell me, did the Li family send you here? Come at me. Don’t implicate Ye Chenxi.”

Ye Qingmei snorted coldly and said. At the same time, the aura around her inadvertently grew stronger!

“Me? I’m not from the Li family.”

Chu Qing shrugged, but sweat ...

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