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... position on the ground, eyes shut, completely unmoving. Next to him lay a large, snowy-white hound.
Whoosh.
An azure-robed maiden appeared out of nowhere. It was Little Qing.
“Don’t make a sound.” The Whitewater Hound opened his eyes, hurriedly sending her a mental message.
“What is it, Uncle White?” Little Qing looked puzzledly at Ning, seated in the lotus position with shut eyes. She sent mentally back, “Master is training? But doesn’t he usually go into his pr ...
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