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Chapter 397: Divine Lord Yuewang
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... pure white, but a textured, slightly pale gray, like the depths of endless mist.
The white fog swirled gently with the wind.
In the depths of the mist sat a young Daoist. His simple robe, washed so often it had faded to a pale hue, wrapped around him as he sat cross-legged. The mist circled around him, flowing softly.
Suddenly, divine light descended.
“Swish!”
Within the fog, a godly figure appeared.
It was a rugged yet elegant middle-aged man, hi ...
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