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"Whew ~ ~"

Panting heavily, Sacred Xuan put away his Vajra Armor and slowly sat on the ground. A faint cyan light was faintly discernible around him, and along with the white fog that slowly rose up from the field, he seemed like an immortal.

"Young Master, are you alright?" When Hu Sanniang saw this scene, she quickly walked over and asked gently.

Hearing this sound