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「Meanwhile.」
It was a dark and windy night.
Lu Mingyuan was in a tavern near Prince Zhuang's Mansion, surrounded by several of his C Level colleagues, chatting idly out of sheer boredom.
They had been waiting for quite a while.
Fortunately, he had already found time to take a nap, returning to the Cold Palace to lull both Hong Wan and Zi Yun to sleep.
"So, why did you all join Prince Jin's Mansion?"
one of the men in a bamboo hat asked.
The group had been talking all night, mainly because there was truly nothing else to do.
A man with mutton-chop whiskers boasted, "I took the chance while my master was away to sleep with his wife, so I've been on the run from my Sect ever since."
A short man beside him flew into a rage. "Damn you! If we weren't on a mission, I'd have to fight you right now. My wife ran off with another man, so I slaughtered her entire family. I hate people like you the most."
"And you, brother?"
