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... ?"

As if to mutter, Xia Ruoyun's lips provoke a slight curvature.

"It seems that I am a soul reincarnation. I came to the West of the West from the mainland of Dongyue. I don't know if I can't understand what Xia Ming did. So, gave me a chance to be born again?"

In this world, it is made up of countless continents.

Even though the Dongyue mainland is adjacent to the Xiling mainland, the Xiling mainland belongs to the bottom layer. Only when the strength reaches a cert ...

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