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"Rest easy, my son. I'll make sure that brat falls into your hands so you can deal the final blow yourself!"
Murong Han placed the "Tear of the Gods" into Murong Qianjun's palm. With a flicker of movement, he vanished from the dragon carriage and shot straight toward the courtyard where Ling Feng was staying.
Murong Qianjun's grin twisted with malice. Through the curtain of the carriage, his eyes burned cold. "Damned pig. I'll make you taste every form of agony this world has to offer!"
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Meanwhile, Ling Feng's refinement...
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