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Meanwhile, in the neighboring villa.
Lin Qingquan, who was originally holding a cellphone and sitting on a rocking chair, suddenly shuddered all over and bounced up from the chair!
He widened his eyes and looked around, his face turning pale instantly. He tossed the cellphone in his hand aside, clasped his hands together, and knelt on the ground, muttering: "The Saint is above!"
In the air, a secret sound directly poured into Lin Qingquan's ear, landing in his heart.
"Hmm?"
"I observed the Saint's traces not out of curiosity, but duty."
After a moment of silence, the cold voice echoed in Lin Qingquan's heart.
"I, a mortal form undergoing tribulation, you must not speak!"
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When Lu Sisi awoke from her meditative state, Chen Yan had already returned to the practice room, sitting right across from her.
