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... right sunlight and clear breeze, the girl’s voice was like spring thawing ice, superficially cold and indifferent, flowing gently across the sky.
Within the Primordial Spirit, was she still invincible?
An Yulan felt the urge to sigh, a sensation she had not experienced in a long time.
She had thought she was giving Mo Xianxian enough credit, yet Mo Xianxian turned out to be far more terrifying than she had imagined.
“Invincible within the Primordial Spirit,” no te ...
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