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... wheel above Mubei Forest was once again obscured by drifting clouds.
After the huge monster in the woods died, the remaining severed limbs continue to flow with crimson blood.
Wearing a silver mask, a circular hat, and a magician’s robe of ancient design, Pei Niannu coldly stared at Zhao Douan, slowly returning the short sword rubbed clean with snow to its sheath at her waist.
Master.
Does Zhao Douan have a master in this world?
Yes.
In fact, ther ...
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