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... ring this name, Luo Chen couldn’t help but murmur it again.
...
Above the clouds, a blurry figure of a Daoist sat with closed eyes.
He held a compass in his hands, its mechanisms slowly rotating.
Under the depiction of his Divine Consciousness, the terrain was gradually absorbed into the compass.
Suddenly!
The Daoist formed a hand seal and gently tapped on the compass.
In an instant, the Magic Pointer of the compass began to spin wildly, wi ...
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