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Hearing this, Ouyang Jin, Prime Minister Wen, and Pin Yiyun's eyes suddenly lit up, blazing with intense fervor—her mysterious master?
"Cough cough, something like that," Zhiyan's mouth twitched, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes. Technically, old Fei indeed qualified as her master, and it might not be impossible for him to intervene.
"You, you really are willing to help me?" Ouyang Jin's normally impassive eyes stirred with ripples, suppressing the excitement in his heart, he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
By this time, he had firmly believed that she had a mysterious master, the hidden concoction maestro lurking behind the scenes, the same mysterious figure who had appeared at the Ouyang Family, causing Zhiyan, along with that room, to disappear for a long time.
