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122 - Do We Simply Wait For Rescue? (1)
122 - Do We Simply Wait For Rescue? (1)
“Prepare to defend your people,” Yin’s words brought the laughter within the pavilion into a halt.
If it were Ye Mo or his nephew Ye Hua--or perhaps even the old servant Xiao Ku--who came to hear those words of caution coming out of Yin’s mouth, they would have immediately jumped out, fully alert and ready to battle.
However, those currently accompanying Yin at the moment were merely ordinary disciples who were at most in the later stages of the Body Washing Realm. They did not have the awareness of the current danger, neither do they have the strength to protect themselves nor detect the abnormality in their surroundings.
That was why they only gawked at the little girl who rose from her seat and stared at the entr
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