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... the spacious tent, Zhao Douan sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his hands forming a virtual embrace in front of him.
With each breath, two fine white streams flowed out of his nostrils and then retracted, appearing quite mysterious.
As he completed a full cycle of breathing, his inner Qi reached its peak, and he abruptly crossed his thumbs in his virtual embrace.
With him as the center, the air around him rippled outward, and then a hazy and indistinct "Golden Bell" slow ...
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