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""Hunger" was supposed to have been eradicated, wasn't it? Now they're calling me over again, what's the deal this time?"
The Music Master sat in the back seat of the car, complaining about having to take on a mission in the middle of the night.
Suddenly, a ball of flame appeared before him.
He flicked his fingers, extinguishing the fire. Instantly, a stream of information exploded in his mind.
As he processed the information, a pattern resembling the character "川" formed between his brows.
"Trouble with the kidnappers? Now that's a task I wouldn't mind."
The Music Master was arrogant by nature. He looked down on the future of others, including Zhou Xuan—he rarely held anyone in high regard.
His belief was steadfast: his own future was the one worth banking on.
"One day, I'll master the nine-incense flame ceremony."
