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The wind was strong, and a head of jet-black hair flew along with the wind.

She stood on top of a paper crane, condescendingly bringing along her five Jounin Descendants.

The islanders below cried out in alarm and excitement.

At the foot of the mountain, Zuo Wen raised his head and looked at the hundred-meter-long paper crane descending from the sky. He was extremely excited