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Jinlingshan Mountain,
another three cycles of spring and autumn had revolved, and the mountain top was a field of golden yellow.
“I always feel like time is becoming less and less valuable.”
“I vaguely remember, many years ago, three years was a long period, capable of bringing many memories, experiencing many things.”
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
Whoosh!
The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out, crisscrossing among the waves of golden wh ...
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