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... aoist Lingxu, said as much.
“.........”
A small town somewhere in Jiangnan.
Rain falls upon Jiangnan, and the mountains and rivers look as though painted in ink.
A female cultivator at the Golden Core Stage stood on a small boat, frowning slightly with her hand on the hilt of her sword.
“You again, you liar!!”
“Junior Sister, who is he?”
The male cultivator beside her glanced at the old man drifting across the river on a single reed.
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