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Seeing a blade that looked the same as the one he carried—a dagger of the Ancestor of the Nether King, which was twice as large in size and length—Chen Hao was dumbfounded, his gaze fixed intently on the waist of Lin Mo's Yin Soul.
"Could the knife on his waist be the main dagger of the Ancestor of the Nether King?" Chen Hao speculated in his heart.
"What are you looking at?" Lin Huashan asked Chen Hao with a puzzled face.
Chen Hao came to his senses, his face full of surprise. After a bitter smile, as he stood up, he said, "Miss Huashan, it's getting late. I should go back to see the City Lord."
"Why would you go back to see that bad person? I've already told you so much, do you really want to go and get yourself killed?" Lin Huashan said, her brows tightly furrowed, looking both disappointed and angry.