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"Grandfather, rest assured! I'm heading out now," Song Xiran bid farewell to Old Master Song with a bow before turning and leaving Old Master Song's study. Luckily, he had prepared for the worst beforehand, otherwise, the Song Family would truly be facing a crisis now.
Entering his room, Song Xiran closed the door and made a phone call to give some instructions.
After hanging up, he walked to his bed, sat down cross-legged, and took out an elixir he had obtained from the Yin Corpse Sect, swallowing it. The share meant for himself, he naturally kept. After all, his own strength was key.
