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... r chambers, on this side, Lin Wanwan rode the crimson horse gallantly to the entrance of Ge Xian Temple. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Kun Lun, with Qingyu on his shoulders, caught up, and about two hundred meters behind him, was the panting Hua Nong.
The mountain path leading to Ge Xian Temple wasn’t built very wide, even the smallest of carriages couldn’t easily pass through. To get there, you either had to ride a horse or walk, so normally there weren’t many devout men and w ...
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