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Zi Su hugged Wang Xiaohu's neck and gently combed her hair. She didn't know how to comfort him. The Misty Nine Immortal Palace was a place they had never even heard of. It was a place where a sixth-grade talent was considered inferior … One could imagine how much pressure Wang Xiaohu was under.

As if noticing that Zi Su was worried about him, he smiled. "It doesn't matter