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The one-month deadline had arrived. When would the Spell King attack the mountain?
The crowd suppressed their impatience, waiting for the curtain to rise.
A hundred miles away, atop a remote peak.
Xiao Miao sat alone, frowning, looking towards the distant and majestic gates of Mount Tianshu, feeling restless.
The voice of Elder Zhen came through, “Miao lad, stop looking. It’s no use. Even if you could do something, that girl wouldn’t appreciate this favor fr ...
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