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... faint just now, what did the Immortal say?" Gu An calmly asked.

Hearing this, the Immortal swallowed and said, "No, I dare not."

Gu An stored away the Black Abyss, feeling somewhat emotional; he intended to use Chasing Sun.

But Chu Meng was unaware of Chasing Sun.

"One thousand Spirit Stones to enter," Gu An said.

A thousand Spirit Stones then appeared in front of Gu An, and that Immortal dared not say anything more, entering the cave dwelling.

Loo ...

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