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... aring white mourning clothes and walking toward them expressionlessly.
Everybody’s eyes couldn’t help but turn sluggish.
Behind Mu Cang, Mu Jingfeng couldn’t help but freeze. He stood there, his eyes unfocused, as he stared at that white-clothed little lady walking over gracefully.
In an instant, time seemed to have lit up the memories of the past. The mountains and rivers seemed to have burst into enchanting bloom under the little lady’s feet…
Through this icy fi ...
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