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Loong Zitian sat cross-legged beside the Moon God Lake, cultivating. Unknowingly, four hours had passed. Loong Zitian stretched his back. He lazily and leisurely recited a poem:

"I, Du Xian, am at the bottom of the Heavenly Dragon Valley. I was fortunate to see the Moon Lake recover. "

Loong Zitian was truly lucky. Not only did he not die