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Yang Ji raised his eyebrows and looked at the strange formation in front of him with some surprise. Fang BuTong, who was in the same room as him, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were four or five people dressed in blue cloth, exuding a bit of the aura of the imperial court, sitting upright, waiting for him in the room for who knows how long....