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... the lotus position on the ground, eyes shut, completely unmoving. Next to him lay a large, snowy-white hound.
Whoosh.
An azure-robed maiden appeared out of nowhere. It was Little Qing.
“Don’t make a sound.” The Whitewater Hound opened his eyes, hurriedly sending her a mental message.
“What is it, Uncle White?” Little Qing looked puzzledly at Ning, seated in the lotus position with shut eyes. She sent mentally back, ȁ ...
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