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The wind was blowing gently, like a spring breeze. It made Nangong Yu's pores open, making him feel incomparably comfortable.

Only at this moment did he remember that it was a conversation that crossed time and space. After it ended, it dispersed.

The past was the past, but now was still the present.

The white mist before his eyes flowed like a stream of white mist. Many scenes appeared next