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... > Pei Sulan flicked her fingertips gently, and the sound of the zither transformed into silk threads.
A subtle thought, and the transformed threads meander, their paths inscrutable, elusive.
The strength of a Fifth Grade First Snow Realm, truly, was naturally far ahead in her eyes.
Those who previously participated in the grand competition of Great Wei were at most at the Sixth Grade Fruit Realm at such an age.
The Shen Han before her was merely someone filling in ...
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