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With a slight shake of the tray, Su Qingjiu closed the box. She couldn't stop this exhausting business. She controlled the silver moon, holding the pearl in her hand. The broken pearl slowly fell onto the tray, and the tray gradually became more stable.

Gritting her teeth, Su Qingjiu started to descend. Through the gaps in the silver threads, she judged that she could pass through them safely