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Five days later.

Xijiang Provincial Martial Arts Association, Yuan Shuo's office.

Wang Ye plopped down into a chair in Yuan Shuo's office. He had headed straight there after dealing with the ancient ruins, his feet and clothes caked with a lot of dirt.

Therefore, upon entering Yuan Shuo's office, he tracked mud all over the floor, which made Yuan Shuo feel a pang of disgust.

He usually cleaned his office himself!

"Hold on, clean up my office before you leave!" Yuan Shuo said somewhat irritably to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye, looking somewhat perplexed, gave Yuan Shuo a glance that screamed three big words:

What are you saying?

Seeing this, Yuan Shuo knew Wang Ye was playing dumb and didn't bother to argue further. He knew Wang Ye must have had something important to tell him since he came all this way in such a dusty rush.

"Just tell me what you want to say," he said, staring at the dirty floor. He had just cleaned the floor not long ago, meticulously wiping every corner.