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... ight was thick, with mist drifting and the creaking sounds of bones rubbing in the White Bone River.
Chen Qing sat in a chair at the bow of the ship, his hair dancing in the wind, a cloak embroidered with a White Tiger fluttering behind him.
His tiger-like eyes gradually locked onto Shen Changye, who immediately felt as though he was being stared down by an Ancient fierce beast.
Chen Qing looked out; the expanse of the White Bone River was filled with the opponent’s Hanha ...
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