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"Ninety-one breaths ~"

"92 breaths ~"

"Ninety-three breaths ~"

Not long after, Feng Ming once again lazily began to count the time. Listening to the number of times he had counted, he was not far away from his promise for the next hundred breaths.

But at this very moment, in the empty grass behind him, there was still no sign of Sacred Xuan. At this very moment, in the empty grass behind him