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... d in a moon-white silk dress, akin to a cloud sewn from the sky, untouched by a speck of dust, yet exuding a lively Dao charm amidst its pure beauty.
She glanced at the Golden Core steward beside her, vaguely recalling him. He was a registered disciple, considered a backbone of the sect.
Unfortunately, as a fellow woman witnessing such coercion for marriage, it truly was distasteful.
"This matter is indeed due to my inadequate supervision. Little friend, have you suffered ...
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