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Inside the scroll, a slim, extremely beautiful woman appeared in Han Yan's line of sight.

This woman was none other than the Violet Myrtle in front of him.

Violet Myrtle Powder, elegant and refined, stood atop a tall mountain. A light breeze blew past, and the sleeves on his body danced gently, like a fairy descending into the mortal world. She stared up at the sky