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... nt gentleness.
Especially the Master.
He was dressed in a black Taoist robe, his brows were sharp and cold, standing there more piercing than a Sword Cultivator, with an unyielding aura that feared neither heaven nor earth.
On the other hand, the Mistress, dressed in a purple palace outfit, her brows and eyes curved in a smile, was both graceful and noble, yet carried a girlish innocence and liveliness.
This combination of maturity and naivety intertwined on her w ...
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