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... party carefully.
A stream of grayish-white energy swirled between Little Saint Lord’s fingers.
When he drew with his fingers, a round finger mark was immediately carved on a hard bluestone on the ground by Little Saint Lord.
He drew a circle.
“Does he know how to set up formations?”
Fang Qiu frowned.
Judging from this, Little Saint Lord was indeed carving a formation.
Hadn’t the formations disappeared in this world? Although Fang Qiu could ...
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