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... tyard’s entrance as he ignored the extremely unfriendly gazes from the imperial guards. At this moment, he had no energy to care about the moods of those insignificant people. They might be regarded as the experts of the palace for being Martial Grandmasters, but they were hardly anything in Yan Liqiang’s eyes. Besides, Yan Liqiang’s thoughts were now occupied by his discovery of the demon’s tracks from earlier. He was thinking about how to sniff them out.


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