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... Blossom Immortal, Tao Mian, stood beside a little girl whose head barely reached his thigh, in front of a mound.

The little girl's hair was a mess of braided pigtails, clearly the handiwork of someone inexperienced.

"You should call him Senior Brother Yigou." Tao Mian held a peach blossom branch in his hand, covered with pale pink flowers. He lightly tapped the girl's head with it, causing a few petals to gently fall.

The little girl still frowned, looking puzzled.

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