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Chapter 330 - The Only Women in Whitestone
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... her plummeted.
Ice began to spread from where she stood, quickly covering the ground in a thin, frosty layer.
"Let her go," she spat through gritted teeth, her voice icy and controlled.
Lu Ziming sneered dismissively. "You really overestimate yourself. You're just a fourth-tier psychic. Even if all of you rush at me, you won't even touch a hair on my head."
He paused, his eyes glinting with contempt. "And here's some advice—don't even think about attacking. Spirit ...
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