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... nts of Xi Yuan civilization surged and various forces began testing and guessing one another, a slightly quiet courtyard in Zigui City held a different scene. An old man, his face resembling crumpled gold paper and his hair gray, lay in bed with his eyes tightly closed, his breath as light as gossamer. Were it not for the faint pulse of life sustaining him, others might have assumed he was on the verge of death, about to slip away.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a veiled girl ...
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