The night breeze is like a knife. The waves roll. This is not Huaxia, but on the edge of the coastline of the island nation. A tall, middle-aged man in black stood on the bustling shoreline, the waves crashing against him, but he didn't realize it. Black eyes looked at distant homeland. "Senior brother, do you have to leave tonight?" A small two-decker ferry on one side is ready, and it seems...

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Chapter 81 of "God-level Cultivation Doctor" Eight Directions Converge, Everywhere is in danger is in the middle of a hand, please wait a moment,

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