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"Yes, I will." Glancing back with a smile at the old man, she turned and followed the four individuals toward the large gate.
Passing through a long tunnel, there was a sudden clearing at a bend, where rows of men in black stood, their bodies ramrod straight, their eyes lifeless, all wearing the same expression on their faces. Could these be the so-called "dead warriors"?
The four protectors stood by the side, watching Feng Xuxu's every expression intently, not missing a thing. After a moment, Chi, the protector, slowly opened his revered mouth, "Feng Xuxu, a villager of the Feng Family, your elder brother Feng Xi, your parents have passed away. Now your main pursuit is farming, with managing a store as a secondary business. Am I correct?"
Feng Xuxu looked at them, shocked, then relaxed with a smile. If Wanling didn't have such power to find out her identity, then people outside wouldn't be eagerly waiting for the Holy Maiden to open the gate.
