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... sand man in front of him?"* Yang Yan thought to himself.
Opposite Zhao Sen, another person stood.
It couldn’t really be called a person, just a figure resembling a head.
Moreover, it was formed from sand, with an eerie appearance.
At this moment, Yang Yan heard faint voices.
"Junior Sister, did the sandstorm end so quickly?"
"Uh-huh, okay, let’s go together then!"
It was Zhao Sen’s voice!
Despite the massive noise of wind and sand ...
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