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... be, a hundred miles away, Zi Yuan was nestled in Xiao Chen’s arms, her eyes wrapped in a purple haze. Her delicate little hand pointed to the ancient city that was faintly visible in the distance.
Under the shroud of the purple haze, the ancient city in the little girl’s eyes seemed quite dreamlike; obviously, the little girl was charmed by the sight before her.
Wan Tianxing, riding atop the three-star Wind Spirit Dove behind the Sky Horse, was not captivated by the scenery like ...
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