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... echoed by the lake.
Mo Qingyan still paid no heed, continuing to sit leisurely under an ancient tree.
A cool breeze rustled her dress, the shadows of the trees dancing as if the scene were frozen in that moment.
Lu Li dared not show any negligence, his expression always respectfully normal.
He didn’t quite understand the temper of this Nascent Soul Ancestor, and although she had helped him once before, upon meeting again, he still showed her sufficient respect. ...
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