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One breath of time. Two breaths of time. Three breaths of time … A burning smell came out, causing Wang Xiaohu's expression to become even more unsightly!

For the third time, Wang Xiaohu hesitated as he took out a stalk of Sky Grass and said to Zi Su, "About that, do we have to do it according to the time you told us to? I don't think I'll need that long