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Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce into Tong Xiaonan's chest, a snow-white fog suddenly emerged from Tong Xiaonan's body. Along with the fog, the divine tool in her hand shone brightly.

Tong Xiaonan, on the other hand, was like an infant that had just resurrected from the snow. She slowly opened her eyes, which were extremely clear and flashing with the color of snow