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Yan Xiaobao knew he couldn't hastily go through these encounters and once again sighed inwardly, though he wore a smile outwardly. He narrated to the saints, one by one, the experiences he had that morning. Repeating them over and over, Yan Xiaobao slowly walked toward the back door, which led to his sanctuary. When he finally reached his room, he grasped the handle with trembling hands and rushed inside. At last, he could breathe a sigh of relief; there was no need to explain what had happened yet again.
