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Within the curtain of silence, the aroma of tea stirred fiercely, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Following Fu Qian's abrupt remark, Miss Nepheli, who sat there, seemed to experience a moment of unreality, as if she might dissipate at any moment.
But after all, she was a legendary Divine Envoy. The abnormality vanished in an instant, and instead of any dramatic gestures like throwing down a teacup or slamming the table, she simply looked up and fixed her gaze on Fu Qian.
At Fu Qian's side, Demigod Su, his lead enforcer, had already risen silently, his hand resting on the hilt of his Curved Sword.
"Is Mr. Darcy joking?"
In the midst of this confrontation, it was Miss Nepheli who finally spoke first, her voice revealing no emotion.
"Yes,"
Fu Qian affirmed her suspicion and signaled Su Gao to sit down.
"A spur of the moment, to liven up the atmosphere."
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