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"Ugh …" Could it be that my senses were wrong? "

In the middle of the air, the youth who looked like a purple sun stood rooted to the ground. He looked at the few unfamiliar figures below, and his handsome face was filled with confusion and astonishment.

This purple-robed young man was Son-of-Saint, Zihua.

Back then, Ye Hao had regained his Eastern Desolation and he had stayed behind