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... exasperating to look at Shen Qinghan.
This girl was crouching in front of her like a little dog, staring at her intently.
"Junior Sister, I have a question."
"What question?"
"How old are you?"
"I think I'm around twenty-eight."
Song Yinghan was quite curious why her senior sister suddenly asked such a question. For cultivators, age wasn't really an essential issue anymore. She had pretty much frozen her appearance, aging very slowly, and with the ...
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