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Yang Ji stood on the roof of the Martial Palace, holding the tiger-jawed bow in his hand, his eyes flashing and silent. What these people said was not unreasonable. The distance, Tie Ling Yanying's solid body, the village leader, and the mysterious master outside the city, Yang Ji had to overcome these problems if he wanted to save Bai Shengming....