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Zhang Wei ignored Long Huai who was rubbing his chin. His mind had already drifted to the cold star of the Soul Race as he handed the soul pet to Long Chen.

Long Chen took the palm-sized soul. The soul was very small and delicate, and had very small facial features. His eyes were tightly shut, and he could not feel any fluctuations. It was as if he was dead, but the pressure was still there