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Thousands of miles away in the magical city, at this moment Chu Mo had just put down his chopsticks, unaware of the appearance of the Xue family patriarch. He simply felt a touch of emotion thinking about the appetites of the spokespersons before him.
Of the twenty-eight exquisite dishes, more than half had already been devoured, and the spokespersons before him, who appeared slim and slender, each looked so stuffed they could hardly move. By now, no one cared about maintaining their image; each person bore an expression of utter contentment.
Chu Mo, who was also somewhat overfull, struggled to stand up and walked to the hall, where a maid immediately brought over some fragrant tea.
Meanwhile, a few of the spokespeople gradually came over to him.
Once everyone was seated and relaxed, Chu Mo looked towards Lu Siyue opposite him with a smile and said:
