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... qing had fallen into a peaceful sleep, a sweet smile spreading across her face, a picture of contentment.
Ren Feifan caressed Qingqing’s hair for a long while.
Then, he fully dressed and stood up.
Others could sleep, but he could not.
He needed to constantly cultivate to survive without walking on thin ice.
Ren Feifan sat cross-legged, practicing the Nine Yang Divine Art. Flames flickered around his skin in an eerie yet dazzling display.
The fire d ...
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