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“Ye Leng’an, while Lingshan is indeed at fault here, she has already faced consequences,” Zhongyu Liuying said, observing Lingshan’s distress. “Please, produce the antidote now. We can discuss further matters once the poison is neutralized.”

No matter the circumstances, Lingshan couldn’t afford trouble within the Huangfu family’s premises. Otherwise, the Hidden World’s main family wouldn’t differentiate who struck first. They’d hold the Huangfu family responsible.

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