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... a green-clothed youth who had stood like a statue for innumerable years opened his eyes.
"One hundred years..."
Jiang Ding sighed.
A fleeting look of vicissitudes flashed across his eyes, which soon reverted to the clarity and curiosity characteristic of youth.
During these hundred years, which he had set as a period of self-imposed isolation after learning about the Perishing Immortal Realm, he would not return to the Northern Plains except upon foreseeing the d ...
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