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... n’s reply, she is an orphan, with no family, and she is the only one in her territory.

So, just now Rosen might have been mistaken...

Letting out a sigh of relief, Rosen wondered if he had been in too many battles, causing him to become overly sensitive?

But soon, a cold sweat trickled down Rosen’s forehead.

There was indeed no one visible outside the door, but a line of descriptive text appeared in the air at the doorway.

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