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Ye Feng had been waiting on the rooftop.
Late into the night.
Mo Ying, holding the carcass of Venerable Hu, landed on the peak’s summit and noticed Ye Feng standing in mid-air, fluttering a peculiar fan, a smile seemingly still hanging on his lips.
“This is your Outer Sect Disciple Identity Token.” Ye Feng tossed a black iron token over to her, which Mo Ying caught.
Seeing the words “Misty Sect” protruding on the front and “Outer Sect Mo Ying” on the back, Mo ...
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