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After the clouds cleared, there were a few rays of sunlight lazily thrown into the sea. The salty sea breeze blew past, dispelling some of the cold.
"It's about time." On the light screen, Sacred Xuan was still holding the Magic Kill Spear in a slanted position, smiling at his back as if he was talking to himself.
When Han Qing, who stood to the side, heard this laughter