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"Cultivate …" After finishing his business, Reese, who wanted to ask about the cold cultivation, saw him sitting on a stone bench. His face was deathly pale and was covered in sweat the size of a bean, pouring down like rain. He immediately rushed to his side and anxiously asked, "Xiu, how are you?"

Leng Xiu was still digesting the memories in his head, unable to speak