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Listening Cloud Pavilion.

The huge ancient tree looked like it was holding up the sky green umbrella. Under the ancient tree, Mu Rong Qing grabbed onto the sleeves of a white-clothed person and shook it coquettishly.

The man in white sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. He looked like a handsome man, but he was actually a woman.

Mu Rong Qing had a bitter face. Not far away