Yang Tian usually doesn't spend too much time on things he can't think about. At present, he carefully looked for something in the cave, and found nothing except a stone table paved with bluestone. Yang Tian is not willing. When he wants to test with Yuan Shen again, his foot suddenly hangs and his body flies like a Xuan cone. At that moment, there was a short blank in his mind. When he was sober, he had stood at a mountain pass more than ten miles away. The nine wooden beads on his neck reflected the quiet moonlight, which made him more lonely and cold.

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