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... hing but wind.”
Hong Yuye looks at Jiang Hao, her aura suddenly immense and overwhelming like the mighty Yangtze River rushing towards him.
“Senior.”
Seeing that she hasn’t made a move, Jiang Hao quickly says.
“The junior didn’t mean to disobey; it’s just that the sect’s orders cannot be violated.”
“Moreover, this place is too dangerous, and that flower is not easy to transplant, not to mention it would suffer from the wrong environment here. It would rath ...
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