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  However, Hongying's cultivation made him feel like he couldn't see through it!

   Observing the past is like seeing a fog.

   This made Qin Tiannan secretly startled.

   thought.

  Where did Changsheng accept his disciples? Why are all of them so monstrous?

  But it's not Qin Tiannan's fault.

  With Qin Tiannan's current cultivation base, it is actually very easy to see through the cultivation base of a junior.

  But Hongying is the former e ...

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