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... e sitting cross-legged on the cushion below the altar.
He spoke no further, but each of them found a relatively intact cushion and slowly took their seats.
The act of sitting down and the way they looked at Lu Yan involuntarily carried an indescribable gravity.
This pressure, emanating from the surrounding environment and the intangible aura of immortality, was something those splendid, majestic, and sacred palaces could never achieve.
Sitting calmly below the alt ...
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