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... g the two women who appeared, one of them was none other than Jiang Caiying. And the other woman…

This woman seemed to be in her twenties or thirties, still somewhat full of vigor compared to Jiang Caiying. However, the vicissitudes revealed in her eyes could not be concealed, indicating that she had experienced the passage of time and was a woman who had been tempered by it.

As soon as the two women appeared, the Black Scorpion Envoy’s expression changed drastically. He stuttere ...

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