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In the silent secret chamber, inscriptions on the walls emitted a soft light, illuminating the tables filled with various types of bottles and jars.
After gently taking the nearly lifeless Xu Yuan from Feng Jiuxuan's hands, who was beaten like a dying dog, Lou Ji's eyes revealed a hint of compassion as she asked with a slight reproach,
"Feng Jiuxuan, why were you so heavy-handed? He is your own nephew after all."
Feng Jiuxuan looked away slightly embarrassedly and coughed lightly,
"After catching up with him, he was spouting some dirt from his mouth, and I didn't hold back in the heat of the moment. But I still know my limits. That strange energy inside him hasn't completely dissipated yet."
"Sigh..."
With a slight heave of her chest, Lou Ji exhaled softly, "I understand. You can step out for now; I need to check on Changtian's physical condition first."