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... corridors were filled with armed demonic cultivators patrolling.
At the top of the Sorrowful Heaven Pavilion, Gong Yue, dressed in a simple robe, stood at the window with his hands behind his back as he looked out with satisfaction at the Eastern Paradise that he had spent nearly a thousand years building.
Suddenly, a slender arm stretched out from behind his shoulder and hugged him.
The white little hand slid down from Gong Yue's collar and rubbed his chest.
"Da ...
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