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Looking at Ning Taiheng in front of him, Ling Xiaoyu's eyes flickered with a ghostly flame. After a long period of silence, he smiled faintly.

"You're not doing too well either," Ling Xiaoyu said in a low voice as he looked Ning Taiheng's head full of white hair and the withered wrinkles on his face. "That baby-faced guy back then could have forever lived in his youth