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... n the other side of the Universe with his real body, their connection still existed. 


Hamarlia was cultivating with Turen when Rean called her out. Seeing him accompanied by an old woman obviously made her curious. "Rean, you are here. Who is this friend of yours?"


Rean scratched the back of his head. "Ahem... This is my mother."


Hamarlia's expression changed when she heard that. "You mean... your mother from before your reincarnation?" Hamarlia knew that they ...

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