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... me from within the Nine Nether Ice Flame.
“Hm? Why is no one speaking?”
“Little Serpent, do you still remember me? I burned your shed skins for you several times.”
“And you, Little Tiger Cub—who knows how the Great Desolate Venerable came up with your name. Perhaps it was his accent.”
“As for you, Little Sapling, it has been so long. Why are you growing in such a rush? By right, you should only be one hundred and twenty thousand years old.”
When the Nine N ...
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