At this time, Nanchen's expression was in a trance, dizzy, and slowly slid down the tear stains to the warm red lips, Ling Qingyao raised his head slightly, smiled, and gently pushed him away, "Nanchen, I'm still your master!"

Nanchen heard Ling Qingyao's words, and only then did she return to her normal state from the obsession of gentle and soft light, she was indeed her own master, and since she meditated in front of the statue of the goddess at the age of five, the master appeared in her mind.

It was the master in front of him who had fallen into the dust and was stained with the slightest trace of dust, teaching himself all kinds of immortal swordsmanship and inspiring himself to comprehend the ancient spells, until he awakened his innate creation.

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