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This series of changes, though intricate to narrate, took place in the blink of an eye.
After pulling down that man, Su Mo looked up and saw the moonlight cascading down from the sky, illuminating several thieves who were already pierced by numerous swords.
It was Wei Ziyi who had rushed out from the house, her longsword sweeping through the air, displaying its mighty power.
Elsewhere, there was someone hidden among the crowd, being escorted away by them.
But as they reached the edge of the roof, they saw another group on the rooftop opposite.
Four girls were carrying a soft sedan chair, upon which a young man in white was sitting.
A gentle breeze swept past, fluttering the long hair of the young man in white; his sleeves fluttered with the wind too, but only the large steamed bun in his hand exuded an enticing aroma, oddly juxtaposing the scene.
Subconsciously, everyone's attention turned to the individual in the middle, who then softly said:
"Let's go!"
