An Xiaoran bit her lower lip, her face miserable, and shouted toward the surrounding white mist, "I know it's you. Why are you hiding from me?"
The middle-aged man behind her suddenly changed his expression. Sweeping the area with his Divine Sense, he found nothing out of the ordinary, and could not help asking in a deep voice, "Junior Sister, who are you talking about?"
Without even glancing at the middle-aged man, An Xiaoran closed her eyes. The misery on her face slowly concealed itself, and her tone, though low, was filled with firm determination.
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