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Ye Lu was so incensed he could feel his nose twist with irritation. Good grief, he'd encountered his fair share of embarrassing thieves, but none quite like Weisheng Feng—a man who'd lived for millennia, yet had the audacity to take a mere infant, still smelling of mother's milk, as his master. It was enough to make anyone burst into laughter.

"Ugh, the nerve! Weisheng Feng