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Slowly sweeping his gaze over the girl who was panting for breath and holding onto the short dagger, Mo Beichen's gaze landed on the girl at the very end of the line.

The girl was very pretty. She could not be considered very pretty, but she exuded an indescribable temperament. She was like a lotus that had left the mortal world, yet at the same time like a fairy descending to the mortal world