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"Lord Li!" he gasped, his eyes wide open. He hadn't even thought about it, and just stuffed the entire chicken bone into his mouth, then fiercely crushed it into pieces and swallowed it, turning his face a deep purple in the process.
In the entire sect, he was most worried about Li Qinghou, especially after eating so many chickens. Yan Xiaobao actually felt a bit guilty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly approached, appearing very charming and also very sincere as he clasped his hands tightly, bowing in greeting.
"Disciple offers greetings, Lord Pike."
Li Qinghou looked at Yan Xiaobao, his face completely expressionless. Inside, he felt somewhat torn. Yan Xiaobao's ancestor had truly expressed some goodwill to him, and Li Qinghou was the type of person who deeply appreciated such things. Although Yan Xiaobao had clearly done something, he couldn't forget what had happened years ago.
