Shen Mingshu’s expression shifted in an instant. Her voice was icy as she demanded, "What is the name of that Mystic Master? Do you know his background?"
Tang Ziqi looked at her with a glimmer of hope. "If I tell you, will you spare me?"
"Of course." Shen Mingshu’s eyes narrowed. Her voice seeped through clenched teeth, and she watched him with a thin, mocking smile.
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