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... heart was churning at this moment.
He looked towards Qi Yuan, intending to say something.
However, Qi Yuan simply walked away.
Dry Wood True Monarch sat down, his hand touching the purple incense wood chair. Trace scents of red dust arose from it, hinting at some unfathomable contemplation.
Outside of Shenguang Sect, Qi Yuan was once again fiddling with his knife.
"A Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object of the first grade... the Golden Flower Fruit. ...
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