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... youth in white stood atop a rock, facing the sea, ceaselessly throwing punches—it was Fang Jing.
Another year had passed, Fang Jing was nearly ten, and compared to his time at the Xuan Dynasty Imperial Palace, he seemed like a different person. He now had the air of a young man, and although his face was covered with sweat, his eyes were resolute, and he brimmed with vitality.
Not far away, Fang Wang lay on the beach sunbathing, still using the Fox Mask to hide his face. He appea ...
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