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... in his white clothes, pure as driven snow, his silhouette flickering past, his long hair gently fluttering by his temples, his sidelong glance revealing a trace of astonishment.
Xu Yuan stared intently at the scene not far from him.
An illusion...
No.
Compared to an illusion, the "intent" that just passed Feng Jiuxuan’s hair tips seemed more like an indescribable and unclear entity.
Xu Yuan said with a hint of excitement,
"Old Man Luo, I just felt ...
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