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... nk of the identity of this young man and why he was here in their kingdom. They needed to tell the emperor about this matter.

Bai Xifeng did not know what they were thinking, nor she cared about that. After putting everything in the space bag. She made the payment and left the store.

"Young Master, please come again." The storekeeper said to Bai Xifeng respectfully.

He needed to treat this customer respectfully. He must be someone with a significant background. Well, that ...

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