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... nt to the fairyland fish pond, he knew that it was dangerous. .

Tao Qian decided to ask himself the first cultivation method he had.

The Secret Book of Baiqinxi!

When asked, Tao Qian also formally looked at the book-eating old man in front of him.

It is indeed ugly, the skin is rough, loose and aging, full of age spots and long fine hair, and the figure is hunched to the limit, as if he may fall to the ground at any time.

The most striking is the old man's head ...

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