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... Liuyun.
Night, pitch-black as ink.
A black figure left Southern Mountains, leaping down the mountain with flying speed.
Earlier, Beichen Ying had already passed down Dongfang Xuan’s resting place. Therefore, Elder Ancestor Mo didn’t even delay for a second and directly traveled towards the place where Dongfang Xuan was.
Right now, Dongfang Xuan was sitting on a soft couch, resting with his eyes closed. Li Yaoyao sat at his side, a youthful color painted o ...
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