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... stumbling over his own feet. He stared dully, eyes glazed and white, coated with thick cataracts. His jaw worked slowly. Faintly, his brows furrowed.
Eh? You already know him? Fa Chuyou asked, covering her mouth with her hand.
Ahah. Of course. I, ah, death cultivators you know, he said, nodding.
She nodded as well. Naturally, naturally. Youre right. Theres so few death cultivators, it isnt surprising the two of you already know each other!
Y you, Chang Bolin groa ...
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