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... self,
Ripples spread through the void, and amid a shower of celestial flowers, his master and the limping Third Senior Uncle materialized.
"Greetings, Master. Greetings, Third Senior Uncle." Lu Xuan and Zhang Ling bowed in unison.
The young Daoist’s gaze swept over them once more before settling on Lu Xuan. He stared for a long while, and his sharp gaze made the boy’s very skin and bones ache.
"Not bad."
After a long moment, the Daoist nodded and stated qu ...
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