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... ke a safe haven from the outside world.

Yunlan Qingyi and Li Mei also noticed a cool breeze smoothly brushing against their skin. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and instead, it was quite refreshing.

They exchanged a quick glance. Without a word, they both had the same thought.

There must be an ice formation set up.

Just for comfort?

How extravagant!

Formations like this are usually only found in palaces or the most high-end sect shops.

And ...

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