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"Will Yimu Qingling really come?"
Excited and unable to contain himself, Kang Ping asked again. Feng Yuan glanced at Kang Ping without answering, since he had already asked several times. Qi Chen said helplessly,
"You can't be that excited, can you?"
"Eh? Cousin, didn't you know that Yimu Qingling doesn't have a Divine Pact Maker yet? What if it takes a liking to me at first sight and chooses me to be its Divine Pact Maker? What should I say then?"
Glancing at Kang Ping, Feng Yuan said with a curl of his lips,
"Give it up, Yimu Qingling won't be looking for a Divine Pact Maker anytime soon."
"Who said that! Vermilion Bird found one already!"
Watching the starry sky gradually obscured by dark clouds, Feng Yuan sighed and said,
"Let's go, it's here."
"How do you know?"
