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Sitting beneath the screen in the room, Zhu Minglang spoke softly and in detail to Li Xinghua about all the nuances of destiny. There was no longer a need to rush about in search of clues to fate, only to eliminate any potentially unstable factors that might exist.
For some reason, merely describing all this made Zhu Minglang feel a slight sense of nervousness.
This mission was the real destiny, leaving no chance for a do-over, and he could not afford to make a single misstep, or it would mean doom!
"Alright, let's set out," Zhu Minglang took a deep breath, committing all the clues of fate to memory.
"Yes, Young Master," Li Xinghua reminded him, "even if some unforeseen events still occur, and someone departs, please remain calm, Young Master. We have already done our utmost."
