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Sky Desolation Hall, Luo Xingchen, had returned here. A year later, there was still some time.

Strangely, right now, he actually didn't want to cultivate at all. His mind was always filled with many things. Every day, either he thought of this person or he thought of that person.

Today, he inexplicably thought of a person, Mo Xiaoxun.

After he came back