When Jasper Ming entered the small courtyard alone, Xi Yi, who was standing in the cold mist with his hands folded, raised his triangular eyes and looked at him with an expressionless face:
"Where is the person who brought you here?"
The young man said casually:
"Blowed away by the wind."
Xiyi: "...Take this incense and go in."
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