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... again, "Is Jiang Fugui still well?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged Daoist’s expression changed slightly, and then he shook his head, "This Taoist does not know anyone named Jiang Fugui."
"Is that so? Then there is no matter."
Gu Wen continued to walk forward, the fog ahead obscuring everything. He could only see a distance of ten feet, with all other senses also confined within that range.
Oppressive, narrow, solitary.
Suddenly, a bright light carrying a t ...
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