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The name "Clear Wind Monastery" sounded a little familiar. Su Qingjiu rubbed her glabella; she seemed to recognize this monastery chief.

It had been a year since they last saw each other. The Clear Wind Monastery seemed to have been refurbished, and from the outside, it looked like a Taoist temple. Su Qingjiu pushed Qi Moxuan as she knocked on the door of the Taoist temple.

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