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... Qin An’s sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed as he gently stroked the bronze waist token hanging at his side.
He hadn’t expected that it would be a secret plea for aid from Zhao Wuhuan.
Furthermore, judging by the context, he seemed to be in dire straits.
The coordinates left on the token were quite coincidental, pointing directly to the mist-shrouded solitary peak before him.
Though only the outline of the mountain was visible, one could sense a faint blood-co ...
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