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"Do you know in all these people, who is Shui Xian?" 𝙛𝐫e𝚎wℯ𝗯𝒏𝗼ѵ𝙚l.𝒄o𝚖

Shui Xian's brows crinkled up and his eyes flashed but Raelle wasn't looking at him at all. She looked like she was solely focused on looking for 'Shui Xian'. Not knowing that he was sitting right next to her. But Shui Xian was wondering why she was suddenly looking for him?

"You know Master Xian?" he enquired, appearing nonchalant as if he wasn't really wasn't interested in this discussion at al ...

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