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... ng after, Gongsun Nan suddenly let out a soft laugh, her eyes softened a bit.

For many years, she had been reclusive and her mood had remained unchanged. Since meeting Chen Qingyuan, Gongsun Nan seemed to have rediscovered the rhythm of life, experiencing joy and sorrow, and complex emotions.

Back in the cave, Chen Qingyuan carefully opened the jade box, inside of which was a white-bearded jade spiritual root, the root of a top-grade Dao medicine, containing all the essence of th ...

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