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... ling like nothing more than a fleeting dream.
However, at this moment, he appeared extremely disheveled, his whole body soaked in sweat, the blue robe seeming as though it had been drenched in water, with sweat even dripping off the fabric.
It was only a moment's effort, yet to his senses, it felt as if countless years had passed. Ever since his cultivation had succeeded, he had never experienced such agony, a pain as if his soul was being torn apart.
The Little White Sna ...
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