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... d distorted, and a middle-aged Daoist, with bloodstained robes and disheveled hair, staggered out.
"What a forbidden zone, had I not left quickly, I would have been buried here, unable to pass on.
Luckily, though heavily injured, I didn’t return empty-handed."
A hint of a smile appeared on his pale and dim cheeks, and Cang Wuzi flipped his palm, revealing a medicine pot shaped like white porcelain, with faint starlight flowing over its entirety, faintly emitting flawless ...
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