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"Mother, don't worry." Xiangxiang said calmly, "Let's retreat to the rear hall first."
"Let's go." Fu Hanwen quickly led the uncertain Xiao Ruo towards the rear hall.
The fire was fierce because tung oil had been poured around the palace, and it would take some time to burn from the main hall to the rear hall, so Fu Hanwen and Xiangxiang were not worried.
Seeing how calm and collected they were, Chow Yun and the others also composed themselves, quickly gathering the items they had brought along.
Just as they retreated to the rear hall, Leng Xiangfeng arrived with Xia Yu in tow.
"Master, Xia Yu, I knew you would arrive on time." Xiangxiang flashed them a bright smile.
"I apologize for the shock." Leng Xiangshan said, looking at the bundles in Chow Yun and Chun Yu's hands, and asked, "Is everything packed?"
