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... > The Narrow Sleeve Guanyin was somewhat terrifying, just hanging there motionless. Continuing like this was no solution.

Xu Shu entered the cell with a frown, picked up the scattered clothes from the ground, and tossed them to Gu Pan, "Put these on. We can’t stay on this floor anymore, let’s go to the first floor."

Gu Pan, puzzled, asked, "Why? Isn’t that ’Primordial Spirit’ you spoke of dead?"

Xu Shu scoffed, "Far from it. But it seems stuck right now and probably won’t ...

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