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... oly Lord? Or the black shadow who killed my former self?”

“Neither,” Ye Qingtang said.

“Then how did you witness that scene and know my identity in my previous life?” The lady in green’s hostility towards Ye Qingtang had mostly dissipated.

“Because… the reincarnation of the Silver Star Holy Lord… is someone I… like,” Ye Qingtang muttered.

“So, what you saw… is because of the Silver Star Holy Lord?” The woman in green seemed to be in deep thought.

Without giving Ye Q ...

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