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... p, but nothing happened, her enthusiasm began to dwindle.

"I know, dear." Bai Rouyun gently rubbed her hair with a smile on her face. "Although we have been walking in the same tunnel for a long time, we have not been moving in one straight direction. So far, we have gotten quite far down underneath the ground surface, and we also seem to have moved towards the east."

Even without having seen their direction, Bai Rouyun could still sense which way they were heading, and this made ...

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