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... esidence.
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, his eyes shut, his blue robe fluttering without any wind. At this moment, the Spirit Cloud above had completely spread out, following his thoughts, the Spirit Cloud began to descend, countless majestic Spiritual Energy funneling into Ning Daoran’s body like a funnel.
In a short while, a large amount of liquid Spiritual Power whirled around in his Dantian, Ning Daoran’s forehead and face began to seep with fine sweat. Although his own founda ...
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