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The nightmare made Ding Changsheng feel very bad, so he woke up before dawn. He couldn't help but pick up the piece of gold foil from the headboard and look at the formula on it. He had the urge to try it out.

It was undeniable that he had been a little too weak recently. Besides, he could trust One Turbid Taoism, practice the 13 forms of Taiji Art