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... er. His face was somber, his eyes full of gloom, feeling the terror of Hou Jing's martial spirit. The fists tightly clenched in his sleeves slightly trembled, perhaps out of fear, confusion, or guilt, with all sorts of emotions piling up in his heart, indescribable.
"Back then Zhao Yulong said I was born lowly, destined never to rise. Now, I, Ziyu Cheng Yuduan, have already led the great army back to Hexi, ostensibly joining hands with Great Jin against New Moon Cult, but in reality, pla ...
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