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As the communicator gradually brightened,
Lu Yang held his breath and focused, seemingly a bit tense.
Until the light completely covered his field of view.
He slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again,
darkness surrounded him.
"Interesting,"
"Why seek me instead of your master?"
"What's the matter?"
"Kissing feet doesn't work anymore?"
The voice from above was undisguised in its disdain and mockery.
Even so,
Lu Yang's expression remained unchanged, as if he had grown accustomed to the other's manner of speaking.
He lifted his head.
His gaze slowly shifted upward.
Before his eyes,
was an elder with a sinister face and sharp eyes.
Li Muhuang.
One of the three leaders of the Resistance Army.
And in Lu Yang's knowledge, the person who got along least with Zuo Wei.
In this period,
he had not just once suggested to Zuo Wei that they should nip Chen Sheng in the bud.
Unfortunately,
Zuo Wei was stubbornly myopic.
