"At the entrance, the peak Mystic Immortal on guard duty spotted the returning figure and glanced at the person being dragged along the ground in the distance. He chuckled and said, 'That little lass is slippery as an eel, but you actually caught her!'"
The woman wearing the golden mask glanced at the guard at the entrance and said, "Yeah, let us through. I'm going back to report for duty—there are still a few brats I haven't caught yet!"
Chu Hao watched with curiosity, and at that single glance, his expression shifted slightly.
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