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... of sweat had seeped out of Chu Qing-Yan’s forehead. Now that she had become everyone’s backbone, every movement of her’s represented whether these people would be rescued or not, so she couldn’t be frantic.
After all the Daoist guards fell down laying askew, Chu Qing-Yan let out a breath of relief. She tossed the almost completely burnt out wooden incense aside and quickly got up. Maybe because she used too much strength too suddenly, she swayed a bit. She immediately supported herself ...
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