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... > Great Qin, Xianyang.
Afang Palace.
Ying Zheng seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago and did not show any surprise.
He held the hilt of the Taia Sword, looking up at the sky, his sharp eyes like two sharp arrows easily tearing through the barriers of Primordial Heaven and Earth, envisioning scenes beyond this world.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly!
Ying Zheng furrowed his brows and demanded in a low voice, "Has Zhang Han returned yet?"
Not long a ...
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