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... et your hands on something like that?

Those were the first words Jiang Lei said to him after they had left the inn and gotten far enough away. They weaved between various alleys and into and out of crowds. While Jiang Lei said they werent being followed, it was still best to be careful.

Chen Haoran stashed his cloak in his storage bag while Jiang Lei still struggled to process what hed seen. In all my life, Ive never seen someone just casually pull out a 30-thousand-year-old spir ...

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