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"Yuan Fellow Taoist, please wait!"

Lian Jin soared into the sky, reaching out to grab Yuan Dongsheng's shoulder, with the intent to warn him not to do such a wrong thing. This kind of wrong thing, three Profound Meaning Sage s like themselves couldn't afford to do.

Although the current Yuan Dongsheng's brain wasn't clear, and had been flushed red from anger towards Xiao Ji