C339 Soul Painting

Qin Fann's speed was too fast, no one could catch up. In an instant, he had disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only an afterimage. No one knew where he had gone to.

In a mountain range with uneven heights, he was walking on the clouds, one step at a time. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and a trace of a peculiar rhythm could be seen beneath his feet.

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