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Qin Zheng descended from the sky and stood quietly in the air. On the enchanter-like face, there was indifference and arrogance, as though he was a god from the heavens. Beside him, Jiu Muli's black robe fluttered without any wind, as though he was an ethereal immortal.

She had a cold aura around her body, her face was delicate and beautiful, and looked like a rose with thorns