On the palace square, the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Chen Yang's gaze passed over the strangely shaped elixir furnace, locking onto Cui Jie, who had just landed.
Without any pleasantries or probing, he spoke with an icy question.
His voice echoed across the empty square, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression:
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