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"Miss Leng!"
Chi Ming and Young Master Qu's expressions changed.
The two of them did not expect that the treasure they had carefully prepared would not catch the Phoenix's attention.
Surrounded by many female disciples, Leng Rushuang flew to the side.
However, after just two steps, another figure appeared in front of her.
He wore a golden robe and stood there quietly with a longsword on his back. His body was slightly trembling, and there was a gentle smile on his extremely cold and young face. His gaze was extremely gentle and filled with endless love as he looked at Leng Rushuang.
Unlike the gentleness that Young Master Qu and Chi Ming deliberately showed, the gentleness and love of this golden-robed young man were not the slightest bit fake.
He looked at Leng Rushuang as if he was looking at the person he loved the most.
And this person was... Jian Wushuang!