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... cult for any prodigy with a strong sense of belonging to their own sect to dislike.
Whether they were charismatic young men or cultivators who appeared as naive as children, their gaze at Feng Qing’an had greatly changed. Only one woman, cold as a perennial mystic ice, did not change her look towards Feng Qing’an.
It was a disdainful gaze, and even as a woman who guarded her own chastity, she wasn’t like Hua Qingyu who was almost clueless about this matter. She could tell at a gl ...
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