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Raising his hand, An Jing, originally a scion of his family, had practiced martial arts since childhood, and together with Hanging Fate Manor’s stringent training, his hands bore not a few calluses and scars.
But now, as he meditated and cultivated these past few days, drawing spirit into his body, not only had the scars and calluses disappeared, but his entire skin faintly exuded the color of white jade, flowing beneath his skin.
And facing the glassy platform he sat upon, A ...
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