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... , radiating pure devotion.
A Purple Gold Bell hung around his neck jingled incessantly.
"Young Witch Lord, it’s ready."
The elderly cultivator took a step back and spoke gently.
Jin Taixui opened his eyes, raising his palms high, as if embracing the sun hanging above the vast heavens.
"For the bet against that girl, for the honor of Wushen Mountain..."
"I must win!"
Jin Taixui’s gaze burned with fierce determination. Barefoot, his loose You ...
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