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"Big gift? What big gift?"

"Since we're going to work together with the mother emperor, we naturally have to be prepared. In fact, we've already prepared many plans. This big gift is just one of them."

"You're so kind?"

"It's not kindness. It's just that since we've established a friendly relationship, there's no point in keeping this gift. Isn't it more perfect to give it to the mother emperor?"

"In that case… it's not something impossible. Bring it out and let me take a look!"

"Mother emperor, please take a look—"

Swoosh—

In the Ancient King War Chariot, Mo Lianque and the others were shocked for no reason.

Under Feng Xia's instruction, they had sealed their auras and did not release any sense of themselves. However, there was still a mystical fluctuation rippling in from the outside world. It was extremely mysterious, as if it ignored the barrier of space and was able to seep into every corner of the carriage.