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... the Root
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At the top of the cliff, the cold wind was blowing bleakly.
Since Han Ye disappeared, the Daoist in the long robe stood in mid-air, scanning the surroundings with his spiritual sense and found no trace of anyone.
His eyebrows knitted, unsure of the means the other party had used.
A moment of silence.
Another sound of rending space caught his attention as the figures of a man and a woman landed on the cliff. In additi ...
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