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Early morning, the ancient city was in a state of peace.

"Sold! Sold!" We went past them and looked at them. "

The cries of people selling goods rose and fell one after another.

The talisman paper refined by the cultivator himself, if there was not enough, he would take it out to set up a stall to sell, thinking about how to trade it for some spirit stone s.

On both sides of the ancient city