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Chapter 83 - Old Jiang, Changan, I’m Coming for You
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... gan was like a sleeping dragon in an ink wash painting, austere and reverent.
Fang Lang climbed down from the flight sword. When he saw the welcoming party at Changan’s gates, the smile on his face widened. Jiang Linglong and Wei Sheng were both present.
It felt like he was meeting his ancestors, for some reason.
The rain continued to fall on the city of Changan, like a delicate scene in an artist’s masterpiece.
Fang Lang was excited. Finally, he could mil ...
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