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Luo Qingwan's hands that were holding the teacup froze. Her emotionless eyes were filled with uncontrollable murderous intent.

The fine blue and white porcelain teacup turned into powder in an instant and disappeared into the wind.

Luo Qingwan recalled that person's appearance and name.

Hua Yan.

Trash my cultivation level and ruin my face. If I don't take revenge for this, I, Luo Qingwan