Cultivating Immortality Is Not for Becoming Your Dao Companion!
Fine snow fluttered down, as if meant to fall upon a lover’s form. “Really, where did you go?” The girl in green robes gently pressed her “Master” into the vast whiteness, her cold face betraying neither joy nor sorrow. “At least not here… No, let me go first!” Looking at the small figure struggling beneath her, she rec...
Fine snow fluttered down, as if meant to fall upon a lover’s form. “Really, where did you go?” The girl in green robes gently pressed her “Master” into the vast whiteness, her cold face betraying neither joy nor sorrow. “At least not here… No, let me go first!” Looking at the small figure struggling beneath her, she recalled…
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