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... ce of his presence.

Soon, he arrived before the Celestial Emperor, keeping a distance of a hundred meters.

At that moment, the Celestial Emperor furrowed his brows as if deep in thought about something.

Watching him quietly, Su Yie couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about this Celestial Emperor.

Besides the face and primordial aura, what about his demeanor, his cultivation? Why were they different from the Celestial Emperor he knew?

Su ...

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