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... arf was lying on a bamboo chair in the thatched cottage.
Her hands danced in the air as if she was conducting an orchestra, and streams of energy fluctuated around her. In the end, the streams of energy combined to form a handkerchief with brilliant lights and vibrant colors.
Suddenly, a loud sound rang from the door’s direction. The old lady immediately stopped her hand movements and stood up.
“Daoist Tang, did you not already ascend to the Immortal World? Ho ...
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