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Ye Qingwu's colorful clothes fluttered without a breeze, and an aura far more dangerous and strange than before began to emanate from her.
But when she saw the scene before her—Mo Zhaoli stepping forward to protect this Green Robe Cultivator, who in turn shamelessly hid behind Mo Zhaoli—a scornful smile touched her lips.
At the same time, she sent a voice transmission directly to Mo Zhaoli, her tone laced with bewitchment and provocation:
"Junior Sister Mo, what a touching display of deep affection. It's a shame that while you protect him so, he only dares to hide behind you like a cowardly turtle, lacking even the courage to face me directly. Tsk, tsk, as your senior sister, I truly feel you're wasting your efforts. How can such a weak man who relies on a woman for protection be worthy of your devotion? You should see his true colors now, lest you suffer for it later."
