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... Stage this time?!"
Suddenly, a cultivator floated over from the sky, his presence as deep as an abyss. Dressed in a yellow robe, though he hadn't arrived yet, his voice had already drifted over, followed closely by an invisible pressure pressing down.
Qi Lin's pupils suddenly contracted, his palms slightly clenched, and sweat covered his hands. He was not unfamiliar with this Yellow Crane Daoist, who had been renowned for at least thirty years and was a famous Loose Cultivator in ...
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