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... n peaks were arranged in a ‘品’ formation, surrounded by white mist that faintly took the shape of a dragon.
In a stone pavilion halfway up the mountain, Han Fan was making tea over a ruby-red clay stove, offering it to Su Lu and Ximen Ping.
“Earth Immortal Blessed Land?”
While holding the little red porcelain cup, Su Lu glanced around and laughed subtly: “Perhaps it should be called a ‘Portable Secret Realm’? It’s quite impressive.”
“The path of the Earth Immortal ...
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