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... ful Ye Qingcheng
Inside the massive flying boat of Primorial Holy Land, numerous disciples gathered, most showing signs of weariness but also satisfaction from their profitable journey.
However, some bore expressions of dismay, clearly having gained little from their endeavors. At the forefront of the boat, Ye Qingcheng stood enveloped in a cold, forbidding aura, her face a mask of anger, causing other disciples to steer clear of her.
“Cursed Yan Ruyu!” she thoug ...
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