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... technique, murmuring an incantation.
Streams of blue-gold sword Qi emerged between his palms, fusing into the small mountain storage treasure in front of him, riddled with cracks, spreading to every tiny fissure, like strands of fine thread, sewing the cracks together, reinforcing them multiple times to prevent damage.
After a while, the light faded.
"Let me see how much money Zhong Yuanzi has..."
Having done all this, Jiang Ding looked towards the center of the s ...
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