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The young man sighed, carefully sensing his inner being. He discovered that the Taihuang Jing within him was like a slumbering Azure Dragon in the abyss, unable to be summoned. At this moment, all of his cultivation had vanished, leaving only a faint protective aura from the Taihuang Jing.,Until that snowy night, when someone carried the body of their now frozen father back home, they wept uncontrollably.,But this time around, Luochin couldn't help but sneer. We can play this slowly.。