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... year of Ming Country, the weather was clear, moonless.
Veil upon veil of barriers slowly opened in the void, and a grayish-white mist silently enveloped the surrounding blocks.
A pair of metal palms, covered in rust marks, tore through the veil, and a petite figure, shrouded in gun smoke, stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Anchor successful!"
Shen Qingxi leaned against the wall, letting out a long breath.
She had finally returned.
Competing in the r ...
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