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Zhangsun Wuji stepped forward and bowed slightly. Meng Fuyao watched him intently. Was he unwilling to have any sort of dealings with Epsilon? Perhaps, his hatred towards Epsilon was deeper than hers, but even so, he still stepped forward.

Epsilon looked at him, and a sigh escaped his lips. "I have no reason to guide you two, but till now, this martial arts of mine only has one disciple. And looking at this disciple… This martial arts cannot be lost in my hands… Forget it… Take it as my compensation for that day…"

He tossed over a book that Zhangsun Wuji promptly caught, and then he ordered, "Carry her over."

Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows. At this point, she finally understood why Epsilon, of which she had done her due diligence of tormenting him, was willing to guide her. He knew that he wouldn't be able to protect the Xuanji Empress and used this as a chip in exchange for her life.