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Looking at Cheng Qing's back as he ran back to the city wall, Bai Xiu-li's heart was filled with emotion.

That youth's figure was as dashing as the wind, yet also as swift as fire. In the face of the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were battling, a single cultivator could not even be considered a moth.

Actually, Bai Xiuli also knew that if someone else came to find him