On the Night of the Massacre, I Mastered the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic!
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Zheng Sihai stared blankly at Fang Shuwen, who was bowing respectfully before him.
His hands rested on the back of the chair, and he instinctively wanted to stand up, but then slowly let go. A smile spread across his face as he nodded repeatedly.
"Good, it's good that you're back."
"Your disciple is unfilial and has caused Master worry."
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