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... ough the sea of clouds, descending towards the familiar Luoli Courtyard.
Qing Jun’s small face was pressed against Chen Ye’s back, her silver-white hair blown chaotically by the wind.
Throughout the journey, she was chattering to her mentor about the happenings at Baopu Hall.
"Stinky mentor, I learned nothing from the Xu Family’s heritage, but I did watch a bunch of little brats. That Zhao Guanhai, with a face as stiff as a coffin lid! Zhang Chuxi... hmph, her eyes are pr ...
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