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The inner demon was made of shadow, and it was jet-black in color.
After saying her piece, Soft Feather’s inner demon raised her head slightly, and her beautiful eyes swept through the fellow daoists present, smiling as she silently knelt on the ground.
She was an elegant and beautiful inner demon.
“Oho!” The eyes of the Dragon Blood Tribe’s old tribal chief suddenly lit up.
This color was just right, black and beautiful.
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