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... ra rising from Fu Pinglan, both Wan Wenfeng and Hua Ling felt their blood churn, eyes flashing with a trace of fear as they hurried to Ji Zhouyin’s side.
“Martial Ancestor! This…?!”
Wan Wenfeng steadied himself, looking at Ji Zhouyin, whose aura was equally declining, a mix of shock and anger flickering across his gaze as he turned to look at Fu Pinglan not far away, his voice trembling slightly.
Hua Ling’s face was likewise ashen, blood and qi in turmoil, clearly sufferi ...
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