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... ring in the mirror.

Seeing his peculiar way of traveling, Wang Mang said in amazement: "These attendants are not simple."

Said that Wang Mang suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to know much about Wang Li.

"System, what exactly is the ability of this new follower?" Wang Mang thought silently.

As soon as the voice fell, the system's voice also sounded:

[Wang Lu: The system creates derivatives. 】

[Specific ability: Mirror Avenue has the powerful charac ...

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[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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