"Ferryman, three second-level arrogances of the Feng family died in a pariah. This son is related to this matter. I want to take him to the Feng family for questioning."

The masked female cultivator looked at the boat and said calmly. After a few breaths, a figure walked out of the small boat and stood on the deck. It was a muscular middle-aged man. He frowned and looked at Ning Qi, then at the masked female cultivator, and then said in embarrassment: "Your Excellency, if there is no order from the Lost City, I'm afraid I won't be able to let it go."

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