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... Feng watched Han Feng disappear into the distance, momentarily embarrassed.
He glanced at the Golden Phoenix King beside him, noticing the latter's somewhat distracted Divine Soul, but Lin Feng didn't bother him. He looked around and focused on a Mahayana True Immortal.
"Brother Ding."
"It's been a while."
Having mingled in Desolate Cold Stream for forty thousand years, Lin Feng, although having no close friends, had made a few casual acquaintances. Seeing an eld ...
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