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... Heavenly Dao was actually looking through Mu Zhian, at the young girl in the depths of his cauldron.
Yuanluo, her silver hair flowing freely, sat on her throne in a magnificent white dress, her slender, white-stockinged legs crossed, her cheek resting on her hand as she swung her deerskin boots playfully.
Miss Heavenly Dao silently closed her eyes.
In an instant, her spiritual sense entered Mu Zhian’s cauldron and appeared before Yuanluo.
“Who are you?” Miss Heave ...
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