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... t in Mazi Lane, An Jing prepared to return to Jishi Hall when he felt a slight tremor in his sleeve.
Inside his sleeve was a palm-sized paper figure with a streak of bright red on its chest. At that moment, its hands seemed to be drawn by some force, clapping open and shut as if applauding.
“Jiang Sanjia!?”
With a lift of his eyebrow An Jing muttered to himself.
This was the paper figure Jiang Sanjia had given him, said to contain a drop of his essence blood—extre ...
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