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... ister has indeed grown up.
Li Ping’an stretched out his right hand and gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
Ningning Mu covered the back of his hand with hers and gently rubbed it.
The atmosphere was quietly changing.
Li Ping’an smiled and said, "Martial sister, you haven’t formed your Primordial Spirit yet, otherwise I could help you with the spirit moulting."
"Once the Primordial Spirit is formed, I ...
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