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The black pot inquired about Bie Donglai’s information. As expected, there wasn’t enough blood red serum, so it was difficult to obtain anything.
Chen Luoyang didn’t panic. He cald his heart and observed Bie Donglai in secret.
He pretended to be Mister Zun and looked at Bie Donglai before turning to Xian Tian Palace disciple Ji Zhong and asked gently, “”This friend likes peach trees.
What about you?”
“I like Wutong,” replied Ji Zhong calmly.
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