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... , brimming with sword shadows, the piercing wind howling.
The cold wind and snow slapped relentlessly against faces.
Xiao Ruoching’s long eyelashes fluttered, his heart pounding wildly. His small hands tightly grasped the book, "The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique," his body unsure of what posture to adopt.
Did he know everything from the beginning?
By giving me this cultivation technique, did he already foresee that I would inevitably burn down the ance ...
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