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Feng Qing’an, who felt almost weightless with every step he took, found Fayuan, who was lecturing atop a high platform in the Bodhi Monastery in the Ghost Nation.
At this moment, he was pale, with lifeless eyes and a haggard appearance. He looked like a prodigal son who had spent several nights indulging in a brothel, completely drained of all his energy and vigor.
“But are you satisfied now?”
Seeing Feng Qing’an’s extreme misery, yet a hint of a satisfied smile on ...
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