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... Cliff Mountain was shrouded in a light mist, dotted with lush greenery, against the backdrop of the pale light stretching from the horizon.
From a distance, it looked remarkably like a slowly unfurling landscape ink painting.
At that moment within the Daoist Temple.
With a breath of turbid air, Lin Heng slowly opened his eyes. After a flash of brilliance in them, it was replaced by an unfathomable depth, an elusive mystery.
In a Daoist Robe, Lin Heng’s aura remain ...
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