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... erson with the highest roll, and the group continued on towards the second floor.



Along the way, Lingering White Clouds gave Morning Glory Chime a small compliment. "Looks like you're pretty lucky lil sis."



"Ah, I'm not that lucky. This was my first time getting a fragment of Pangu's Stone from looting a corpse. This must be a sign that I'm fated to be with you guys," M ...

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