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... shu exchanged a glance and knelt down together. "Your Majesty, forgive us. We failed to seize the lotus seed."

The smile on Emperor Yuanjing’s face gradually disappeared, darkening as he slowly said,

"Twenty cannons, twenty-six top experts, and you two fourth ranks, working together with the Daoists of the Earth Sect. We shall give you a chance to explain yourselves. If there was truly some unavoidable reason, We may pardon you."

Tianji turned his head to glance at his co ...

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