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However, before Yu Zhúlín could reply a set of footsteps appeared behind Ravel. The door swung open, and Ravel turned around to see his master —and Yu Zhúlín's young miss and junior sister— standing at the doorway with a trace of frown on her masked face.

From the distance between them, Ravel and Yu Zhúlín, they could feel the ire that was coming off Zhi Ruo. The smile on Ravel's face faltered, and as if it was his instincts, he went near Zhi Ruo to stand at her side.

"Master," Ravel greeted, he bowed to Zhi Ruo who only proceeded to nod at his direction. There was a trace of apprehension on Yu Zhúlín's face that wasn't hidden, even after he lowered his head and bowed towards Zhi Ruo's direction. Zhi Ruo's eyes surveyed and scanned the room, and noticed the bloody mess Yu Zhúlín's blood made with a critical eye.

She ignored the vague restlessness in Ravel's stance and faced the two men in the room. "Why were you guys taking so long?" She asked, she crossed her arms over her chest a
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