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... ot dare to show their heads, and they could only live their lives hiding in Tibet with their tails between their legs.

You know, no one wants to be targeted by the Empress in White, and even less willing to submit to the Empress in White easily.

Because not everyone is willing to submit to the Empress in White.

Just like this ancient ancestor of Feixiong, ancient ancestor of Thunder Demon, and ancient ancestor of Changhong, they are not under the subordinates of the Empress ...

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