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Feng Tinghan was the last to wake up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a group of people sitting around meditating, as if they were going to chant sutras for him, so scared that he almost jumped three feet high, thanks to Fu Sigan who grabbed his waist in time.

"Master?"

Fu Siqian patted him reassuringly: "They are about to break through, so it's convenient for me to protect them here."

"So that's it." Feng Tinghan patted his chest, suddenly felt something was wrong, this posture...

How could he sit on this man's lap? !

The golden light pierced through the darkness and stopped in front of Fu Siqian, with one arm around Feng Tinghan's waist, and the other to catch the sound transmission talisman in the air.

Feng Tinghan struggled to leave his embrace: "Master, I—"

Fu Siqian pinched his waist and said in a low voice: "Be quiet, don't move around."

Feng Tinghan: "?"

The sound transmission talisman unfolded in the air: something happened in the Xiaoyao League, the emperor was held hostage, and Mingguang was seriously injured.

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