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... ngering stars, and the earth lay shrouded in a hazy veil, as if covered by a light gossamer.
Yi Chen, clad in undergarments and draped in a Taoist robe, clutched the railing, gazing toward the direction of the fire lotus clouds, the morning breeze slightly billowing the robe hanging off his body; no one knew what he was thinking at the time.
At this moment, the piercing injury caused by the super Yin being on his left shoulder had mostly healed, the pinkish flesh already filling ...
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