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Ling Hao slowly landed on the ground.

Under the bright and clear moonlight, it looked very much like the young man next door.

However, the smile on his face sent chills down his spine.

Words spoken are like spilled water.

Ling Hao had always kept his promise.

For example, if he went to the Xuanyun Sect one year from now to break Yang Ran's four limbs