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Yan Qingyang's eyes were wide open as she looked at the man. The man had long, narrow eyes and a handsome face. It was a familiar face — Mo Hang.

In a split-second, Yan Qingyang reacted. She turned around and ran.

She knew how much Mo Hang hated her. She also knew that Mo Hang's cultivation was higher than hers, so of course she had to run.

Mo Hang smiled coldly. With a sway of his body