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Zhao Fan’s sleeve fell across the cup as he returned it to the lacquered tray, his divine will already rippling out to suppress the talisman’s lingering aura, making it useless.
He turned his gaze upon her, who still remained calm, fathomless, as if he were peering not at a woman, but the last move of a desperate sect matriarch sacrificing her body and pride for the chance to survive the flood.
But the next moment...
[Ding! Protagonist Alert Trigge ...
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