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... Cong asked tentatively.

"Alright, it looks like it's a waste of time to wait any longer." Zhang Shiping rubbed his temples and sighed.

After finishing speaking, the two floated down from the clouds against the wind and walked on the mountain road.

Du Mingan was staring at the sky blankly, when he suddenly saw his figure, he pressed one hand on the boulder and jumped off. At this time, Li Jiantong followed closely behind.

"Greetings to Master, Mr. Qiu Congzhen."

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