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... y? I distinctly remember that your soul was scattered!


“And this body is clearly not yours!”


If the old eccentric had borne his original appearance, instead of being a half-man half-ghoul as he was now, Ji Yuanquan would have been able to recognize him upon seeing him.


Wu Yi was a powerful expert of the Heavenly Corpse Sect from the previous generation.


Both he and Feng Beiluo’s master had been killed in ...

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